Diana's pale face questioned her.
"I was talking to your maid yesterday," said Fanny, slowly, "and she
says you're going to stay at some smart place next week, and you've been
getting a new dress for it. And you've never said a _word_ to me about
it--let alone ask me to go with you!"
Diana looked at her amazed.
"You mean--I'm going to Tallyn!"
"That's it," said Fanny, reproachfully. "And you know I don't get a lot
of fun at home--and I might as well be seeing people--and going about
with you--though I do have to play second fiddle. You're rich, of
course--everybody's nice to you--"
She paused. Diana, struck dumb, could find, for the moment, nothing to
say. The red named in Fanny's cheeks, and she turned away with
a flounce.
"Oh, well, you'd better say it at once--you're ashamed of me! I haven't
had your blessed advantages! Do you think I don't know that!"
In the girl's heightened voice and frowning brow there was a touch of
fury, of goaded pride, that touched Diana with a sudden remorse. She ran
toward her cousin--appealing:
"I'm _very_ sorry, Fanny. I--I don't like to leave you--but they are my
great friends--and Lady Lucy, though she's very kind, is very
old-fashioned.
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