"Mr. Marsham's Rossetti! I _am_ glad. Now I can face him!"
She looked up all smiles.
"Do you know that I am going to take you to a party next week?--to the
Marshams? They live near here--at Tallyn Hall. They have asked us for
two nights--Thursday to Saturday. I hope you won't mind."
"Have I got a dress?" said Mrs. Colwood, anxiously.
"Oh, that doesn't matter!--not at the Marshams. I _am_ glad!" repeated
Diana, fondling the book--"If I really had lost it, it would have given
him a horrid advantage!"
"Who is Mr. Marsham?"
"A gentleman we got to know at Rapallo," said Diana, still smiling to
herself. "He and his mother were there last winter. Father and I
quarrelled with him all day long. He is the worst Radical I ever
met, but--"
"But?--but agreeable?"
"Oh yes," said Diana, uncertainly, and Mrs. Colwood thought she
colored--"oh yes--agreeable!"
"And he lives near here?"
"He is the member for the division. Such a crew as we shall meet there!"
Diana laughed out. "I had better warn you. But they have been very kind.
They called directly they knew I had taken the house. 'They' means Mr.
Oliver Marsham and his mother.
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