Ah! here she is!"
For the door had been thrown open, and Diana entered, followed by Mrs.
Colwood. She came in slowly, her brow slightly knit, and her black eyes
touched with the intent seeking look which was natural to them. Her
dress of the freshest simplest white fell about her in plain folds. It
made the same young impression as the childish curls on the brow and
temples, and both men watched her with delight, Marsham went to
meet her.
"Will you sit on my left? I must take in Lady Niton."
Diana smiled and nodded.
"And who is to be my fate?"
"Mr. Edgar Frobisher. You will quarrel with him--and like him!"
"One of the 'Socialists'?"
"Ah--you must find out!"
He threw her a laughing backward glance as he went off to give
directions to some of his other guests. The room filled up. Diana was
aware of a tall young man, fair-haired, and evidently Scotch, whom she
had not seen before, and then of a girl, whose appearance and dress
riveted her attention. She was thin and small--handsome, but for a
certain strained emaciated air, a lack of complexion and of bloom. But
her blue eyes, black-lashed and black-browed, were superb; they made
indeed the note, the distinction of the whole figure.
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