When she
arrived there she dropped two of them in at once, and held the other a
moment in her hand, looking at it. It was addressed to "Mrs.
Fotheringham, Manningham House, Leeds."
* * * * *
Meanwhile, Diana herself was wrestling with her own fate.
When Marsham rode away from her, and she had watched his tall figure
disappear into the dusk, she turned back toward the house, and saw it
and the world round it with new eyes. The moon shone on the old front,
mellowing it to a brownish ivory; the shadows of the trees lay clear on
the whitened grass; and in the luminous air colors of sunrise and of
moonrise blended, tints of pearl, of gold, and purple. A consecrating
beauty lay on all visible things, and spoke to the girl's tender and
passionate heart. In the shadow of the trees she stood a moment, her
hands clasped on her breast, recalling Marsham's words of love and
comfort, resting on him, reaching out through him to the Power behind
the world, which spoke surely through this loveliness of the night, this
joy in the soul!
And yet, her mood, her outlook--like Marsham's--was no longer what it
had been on the hill-side.
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