DIANA UNDERTAKES A STRANGE ERRAND If I had not been tingling with anger against Lisa, who had seemed to enjoy saying needlessly cruel things to me, perhaps I would have been utterly discouraged when she pricked the bubble of my hope.

She had made me realise that the plan I had was useless, perhaps worse than useless; but in my desperate mood I caught at another.

I would try to see Ivor, and find out some other way of helping him.

At all events he should know that I was for him, not against him, in this time of trouble.
Perhaps this new idea was a mad one, I told myself.

Perhaps I should not be allowed to see him, even in the presence of others.