She still looked at Oliver.
"You'll come back with us, won't you?"
Marsham flushed. "I have only just arrived," he said, rather sharply.
"Please don't wait for me.--Shall we go on?" he said, turning to Diana.
They walked on. As Diana paused at the iron gate which closed the long
walk, she looked round her involuntarily, and saw that Alicia and Fanny
were now standing on the lower terrace, gazing after them. It struck her
as strange and rude, and she felt the slight shock she had felt several
times already, both in her intercourse with Fanny and in her
acquaintance with Miss Drake--as of one unceremoniously jostled
or repulsed.
Marsham meanwhile was full of annoyance. That Alicia should still treat
him in that domestic, possessive way--and in Diana's presence--was
really intolerable. It must be stopped.
He paused on the other side of the gate.
"After all, I am not in a mood to see Robins to-day. Look!--the light is
going. Will you show me the path on to the hill? You spoke to me once
of a path you were fond of."
She tried to laugh.
"You take Robins for granted?"
"I am quite indifferent to his virtues--even his vices! This chance--is
too precious.
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