12/42 No one will ever succeed with her, Oliver, who forgets she has a brain. Ah! here she is!" For the door had been thrown open, and Diana entered, followed by Mrs. She came in slowly, her brow slightly knit, and her black eyes touched with the intent seeking look which was natural to them. Her dress of the freshest simplest white fell about her in plain folds. It made the same young impression as the childish curls on the brow and temples, and both men watched her with delight, Marsham went to meet her. |