as well. And this
secret, whatever it may be, belongs to the past."

"As far as I can see it will be cropping up in the future as well,"
said Diana ruefully. "It seems to be a 'continued in our next' kind of
mystery."

Stair laughed boyishly.

"It should add a zest to life if that's the case," he retorted.

Diana was silent a moment. Then she said suddenly:--

"Pobs, what am I to do?"

Instantly Stair became grave again.

"My dear, do you love him?"

Diana nodded, her eyes replying.

"Then nothing else matters a straw. If you love him enough to trust
him with the whole of the rest of your life, you can surely trust him
over a twopenny-halfpenny little secret which, after all, has nothing
in the world to do with you. If you can't, do you know what it looks
like?"

She regarded him questioningly.

"It looks as though you suspected the secret of being a disgraceful
one--something of which Max is ashamed to tell you. Do
you"--sharply--"think that?"

"Of course I don't!" she burst out indignantly.

"Then why trouble? Possibly the matter concerns some one else besides
himself, and he may not be at liberty to tell you anything--he might
have a dozen different reasons for keeping his own counsel. And the
woman who loves him and is ready to be his wife is the first to doubt
and, distrust him! Diana, you ought to be ashamed of yourself. If my
wife"--his voice shook a little---"had ever doubted me--no matter how
black things might have looked against me--I think it would have broken
my heart."

Diana's head drooped lower and lower as he spoke, and presently her
hand stole out, seeking his. In a moment it was taken and held in a
close and kindly clasp.

"I'll--I'll marry him, Pobs," she whispered.

So it came about that when, two days later, Max took his way to 24
Brutton Square, the gods had better gifts in store for him than he had
dared to hope.

He was pacing restlessly up and down her little sitting-room when she
entered it, and she could see that his face bore traces of the last few
days' anxiety. There were new lines about his mouth, and his eyes were
so darkly shadowed as to seem almost sunken in their sockets.

"You have come back!" he said, stepping eagerly towards her.
"Diana"--there was a note of strain in his voice--"which is it?
Yes--or no?"

She held out her hands.

"It's--it's 'yes,' Max."

A stifled exclamation broke from him, almost like a sob. He folded her
in his arms