"I thought I'd find you alone." Diana remained nervously standing before the picture, awaiting her cousin, her eyes wider than usual, one hand at her throat.
"Look here," said Fanny, approaching her, "I want to talk to you." Diana braced herself.

"All right." She threw a look at the clock.

"Just give me time to get tidy before lunch." "Oh, there's an hour--time enough!" Diana drew forward an arm-chair for Fanny, and settled herself into the corner of a sofa.

Her dog jumped up beside her, and laid his nose on her lap.
Fanny held herself straight.

Her color under the powder had heightened a little.