"Don't!" said Diana, putting out a hand. "If I owe it you--and I take it
on your word--the money shall be paid--that's all. Only--only, I wish
you had not written to me like that; and I ask that--that--you will
never, please, speak to me about it again!"
She had risen, and was standing, very tall and rigid, her hands pressing
against each other.
Fanny's face clouded.
"Very well," she said, as she rose from her seat, "I'm sure I don't want
to talk about it. I didn't like the job a bit--nor did mother. But if
you are poor--and somebody owes you something--you can't help trying to
get it--that's all!"
Diana said nothing. She went to the writing-table and began to arrange
some letters. Fanny looked at her.
"I say, Diana!--perhaps you won't want me to stay here after--You seem
to have taken against me."
Diana turned.
"No," she said, faintly. Then, with a little sob: "I thought of nothing
but your coming."
Fanny flushed.
"Well, of course you've been very kind to me--and all that sort of
thing. I wasn't saying you hadn't been. Except--Well, no, there's one
thing I _do_ think you've been rather nasty about!"
The girl threw back her head defiantly.
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