For what of the poetic ecstasy on her Salvatore heights had not been of origin divine?
had sprung from other than spiritual founts?
had sprung from the reddened sources she was compelled to conceal?
Could it be?
She would not believe it.

But there was matter to clip her wings, quench her light, in the doubt.
She fell asleep like the wrecked flung ashore.
Danvers entered her room at an early hour for London to inform her that Mr.Percy Dacier was below, and begged permission to wait.
Diana gave orders for breakfast to be proposed to him.

She lay staring at the wall until it became too visibly a reflection of her mind..