Would Diana give her some lavender-water ?--her headache was still severe.
Diana new to minister to her; but, once admitted, Muriel said no more of her headache.

Rather she began to soothe and caress Diana.

Was she in better spirits?
Let her only intrust the entertaining of Fanny Merton to her friend and companion--Mrs.Colwood would see to it.

Diana laughed, and silenced her with a kiss.
Presently they were sitting by the fire, Muriel Colwood in a large arm-chair, a frail, fair creature, with her large dark-circled eyes, and her thin hands and arms; Diana kneeling beside her.
"I had no idea what a poison poverty could be!" said Muriel, abruptly, with her gaze on the fire.
"My cousin ?" Diana looked up startled.

"Was that what she was saying to you ?" Muriel nodded assent.