with a solemn, inscrutable face, and Agatha, observing him, said to herself that one must at least do him the justice to admit that he was performing punctiliously what honor demanded. When the clergyman had gone he asked Diana when he might see her again.
"Never!" she said, with her strange smile. And she added—"I shall not live long now."
He kissed her face, but he was obliged to leave her. He gave Agatha an anxious look as if he wished to say something to her, but she preferred not to listen to him. After this Diana sank rapidly. The next day, Reginald Longstaff came back and insisted upon seeing Agatha.
"Why should she die?" he asked. "I want her to live."
"Have you forgiven her?" said Agatha.
"She saved me!" he cried.
Diana consented to see him once more; there were two doctors in attendance now, and they also had consented. He knelt down beside her bed and asked her to live. But she feebly shook her head.
"It would be wrong of me," she said.
Later, when he came back once more, Agatha told him she was gone. He stood wondering, with tears in his eyes.
"I don't understand," he said. "Did she love me or not?"
