Her offer to go was possibly purely charitable.

But the prudence of her occupation of the post obscured whatever appeared admirable in her devotedness.

Her choice of a man like Lord Dannisburgh for the friend to whom she could sacrifice her good name less falteringly than she gathered those field-flowers was inexplicable; and she herself a darker riddle at each step of his reading.
He promised curtly to write.

'I will do my best to hit a flying address.' 'Your Club enables me to hit a permanent one that will establish the communication,' said Diana.

'We shall not sleep another night at Rovio.
Lady Esquart is the lightest of sleepers, and if you had a restless time, she and her husband must have been in purgatory.