"That's what your headache meant! Well, but now--ought I--ought I--to do it ?" She clasped her hands round her knees and swayed backward and forward--pondering--with a rather sombre brow.

Mrs.Colwood's expression was hidden in the darkness of the big chair.
"-- Always supposing I can do it," resumed Diana.

"And I certainly couldn't do it at once; I haven't got it.

I should have to sell something, or borrow from the bank.

No, I must think--I must think over it," she added more resolutely, as though her way cleared.
"Of course," said Mrs.Colwood, faintly.