"It was all so hurried--there was so little time to think or remember.
But now there is time."
"Now you are going to rest?--and get well?"
Marion smiled again.
"I shall have holiday for a few months--then rest."
"You won't live any more in the East End? You'll come to me--in the
country?" said Diana, eagerly.
"Perhaps! But I want to see all I can in my holiday--before I rest! All
my life I have lived in London. There has been nothing to see--but
squalor. Do you know that I have lived next door to a fried-fish shop
for twelve years? But now--think!--I am in Italy--and we are going to
the Alps--and we shall stay on Lake Como--and--and there is no end to
our plans--if only my holiday is long enough."
What a ghost face!--and what shining eyes!
"Oh, but make it long enough!" pleaded Diana, laying one of the
emaciated hands against her cheek, and smitten by a vague terror.
"That does not depend on me," said Marion, slowly.
"Marion," cried Diana, "tell me what you mean!"
Marion hesitated a moment, then said, quietly:
"Promise, dear, to take it quite simply--just as I tell it. I am so
happy. There was an operation--six weeks ago.
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