How long did that stone take to throw?--a
few seconds, perhaps? And here is my son--my poor son!--broken and
helpless--perhaps for life. We have been trying a secretary to write for
him and read to him, for the blindness increases, but it has not been a
success.'"
Diana rose abruptly and walked to the window, where she stood,
motionless--looking out--her back turned to Lady Niton. Her companion
glanced at her--lifted her eyebrows--hesitated--and finally put the
letter back into her pocket. There was an awkward silence, when Diana
suddenly returned to Lady Niton's side.
"Where is Miss Drake?" she said, sharply. "Is the marriage put off?"
"Marriage!" Lady Niton laughed. "Alicia and Oliver? H'm. I don't think
we shall hear much more of that!"
"I thought it was settled."
"Well, as soon as I heard of the accident and Oliver's condition, I
wondered to myself how long that young woman would keep it up. I have no
doubt the situation gave her a disturbed night or two, Alicia never can
have had: the smallest intention of spending her life, or the best
years of it, in nursing a sick husband. On the other hand, money is
money.
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