And that he did feel none, his unvarying indifference of manner had at last convinced her.
But, even so, she was unable to banish him from her thoughts.

This was the first day of her return to London after the Easter holidays, which she had spent as usual at Crailing Rectory, and already she was wondering rather wistfully whether Errington would be back in England during the summer.

She felt that if only she could know why he had changed so completely towards her, why the interest she had so obviously awakened in him upon first meeting had waned and died, she might be able to thrust him completely out of her thoughts, and accept him merely as the casual acquaintance which was all he apparently claimed to be.

But the restless, irritable longing to know, to have his incomprehensible behaviour explained, kept him ever in her mind.
Only once or twice had his name been mentioned between Olga Lermontof and herself, and on each occasion the former had repeated her caution, admonishing Diana to have nothing to do with him.

It almost seemed as though she had some personal feeling of dislike towards him.