Marsham smiled.
"He fell in love with you! Yes--he is a dear old boy. One can well
imagine that he has had a romance!"
"Has he?"
"It is always said that he was in love with a woman whom he defended on
a charge of murder."
Diana exclaimed.
"He had met her when they were both very young, and lost his heart to
her. Then she married and he lost sight of her. He accepted a brief in
this murder case, ten years later, not knowing her identity, and they
met for the first time when he went to see her with her solicitor
in prison."
Diana breathlessly asked for the rest of the story.
"He defended her magnificently. It was a shocking case. The sentence was
commuted, but she died almost immediately. They say Sir James has never
got over it."
Diana pondered; her eyes dim.
"How one would like to do something for him!--to give him pleasure!"
Marsham caressed her hand.
"So you shall, darling. He shall be one of our best friends. But he
mustn't make Ferrier jealous."
Diana smiled happily. She looked forward to all the new ties of kindred
or friendship that Marsham was to bring her--modestly indeed, yet in the
temper of one who feels herself spiritually rich and capable of giving.
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