But--success is a difficult sea to swim." He sighed, kissed her upturned face, and then, with twist of his shoulders, pulled on his overcoat and prepared to depart.
Success is exhilarating.

It goes to the head like wine, and yet, as Diana lay in bed that night, staring with wide eyes into the darkness, the memory that stood out in vivid relief from amongst the crowded events of the day was not the triumph of the afternoon, nor the merry evening which succeeded it, when "the coming _prima donna_" had been toasted amid a fusillade of brilliant little speeches and light-hearted laughter, but the remembrance of a pair of passionate, demanding blue eyes and of a low, tense voice saying:-- "I swear I won't fail you.

Let me 'stand by.'".