you forget it too? It always seemed to hurt papa to hear it, and I never
could bear to do--or say--anything that gave him pain."

She spoke with a sweet seriousness. Mrs. Colwood, who had been conscious
of a slight shock of puzzled recollection, gave an answer which
evidently pleased Diana, for the girl held out her hand and pressed that
of her companion; then they carried the box to its place, and were
leaving the room, when suddenly Diana, with a joyous exclamation,
pounced on a book which was lying on the floor, tumbled among a dozen
others recently unpacked.

"Mr. Marsham's Rossetti! I _am_ glad. Now I can face him!"

She looked up all smiles.

"Do you know that I am going to take you to a party next week?--to the
Marshams? They live near here--at Tallyn Hall. They have asked us for
two nights--Thursday to Saturday. I hope you won't mind."

"Have I got a dress?" said Mrs. Colwood, anxiously.

"Oh, that doesn't matter!--not at the Marshams. I _am_ glad!" repeated
Diana, fondling the book--"If I really had lost it, it would have given
him a horrid advantage!"

"Who is Mr. Marsham?"

"A gentleman we got to know at Rapallo," said Diana, still smiling to
herself. "He and his mother were there last winter. Father and I
quarrelled with him all day long. He is the worst Radical I ever