Discrimination indeed was the note of her being. For every Christian,
some Christian precepts are obsolete. For Lady Lucy that which
runs--"Judge Not!"--had never been alive.
Her emphatic reference to Marsham had brought the ready color to Diana's
cheeks.
"Yes--there seems no chance!--" she said, shyly, and regretfully, as the
rain beat on the window.
"Oh, dear me, yes!" said a voice behind them. "The glass is going up.
It'll be a fine afternoon--and we'll go and meet them at Holme Copse.
Sha'n't we, Lady Lucy?"
Mr. Ferrier appeared, coming up from the library laden with papers. The
three stood chatting together on the broad gallery which ran round the
hall. The kindness of the two elders was so marked that Diana's spirits
returned; she was not to be quite a pariah it seemed! As she walked away
toward her room, Mr. Ferrier's eyes pursued her--the slim round figure,
the young loveliness of her head and neck.
"Well!--what are you thinking about her?" he said, eagerly, turning to
the mistress of the house.
Lady Lucy smiled.
"I should prefer it if she didn't talk politics," she said, with the
slightest possible stiffness, "But she seems a very charming girl.
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