We heard you playing; so we thought you weren't
dull," said Diana, rather penitently.
"I was only playing till you came in," was the sharp reply. "When did
Mr. Marsham go?"
Diana by this time was crossing the landing to the door of her room,
with Fanny behind her.
"Oh, quite an hour ago. Hadn't we better dress? Dinner will be ready
directly."
Fanny took no notice. She entered her cousin's room, in Diana's wake.
"Well?" she said, interrogatively. She leaned her back against the
wardrobe, and folded her arms.
Diana turned. She met Fanny's black eyes, sparkling with excitement.
"I'll give you my news at dinner," said Diana, flushing against her
will. "And I want to know how you liked Miss Drake."
Fanny's eyes shot fire.
"That's all very fine! That means, of course, that you're not going to
tell me anything!"
"Fanny!" cried Diana, helplessly. She was held spellbound by the
passion, the menace in the girl's look. But the touch of shrinking in
her attitude roused brutal violence in Fanny.
"Yes, it does!" she said, fiercely. "I understand!--don't I! I am not
good enough for you, and you'll make me feel it. You're going to make a
smart marriage, and you won't care whether you ever set eyes on any of
us again.
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