things all out, and I know that I could never be
happy, Sophie, if my happiness were founded on the hurt heart of that
child. And so--I am going away--and let things go back to where they
would have been if I had never come----"

"Do you think they can--ever go back, Diana?"

Diana, remembering Anthony's face in the moonlight, hesitated, then she
said, bravely, "I shall not ask myself that question, Sophie. I shall
simply do the thing which will seem right to me, and I am sure it is
right for me to go away."

"And Bettina?"

"She must stay here with you until she is married. You won't mind, will
you? There will be plenty of things to do. You can help with her wedding
outfit. And after they are--married, you and I will go back--to Berlin.
No, we won't, Sophie. We'll go to the desert, and down the Nile, and
we'll go to Japan, and see Fujiyama; and we'll visit the temples in
China, and we'll find out from some of those old Buddhists how they
acquire--peace----"

"We will go to the ends of the earth if you wish--but there's only one
place that I shall ask you to take me, Diana."

"Where, dear heart?"

"To that quiet spot over there in Germany, where the big cross stands up
against the sky----"

"Sophie--of course you shall go there, dear."

Mrs. Martens knelt by the bed. "I've been thinking of my lover, too,
while you've been away. We have each lost the man who made the world a
wonderful place--henceforth you and I must live among the shadows--but
because we have each other, it shall not be quite so hard."

It was a long time before they came back to the question of Diana's
departure.

"But what excuse can you give for going now, Diana?"

"My health," said Diana, promptly. "Everybody knows that I first went to
Germany for the baths, and I can say what is true,--that the dampness
here disagrees with me, with my throat."

"But where will you go?"

"To the mountains; oh, Sophie, I shall lift up my eyes to the hills, and
hope for strength----"

Out of the ensuing silence came the sound of a little tap at the door.

"Is Diana there?" asked Bettina on the other side. "I thought I heard
her voice."

As Bettina came in, the radiance of youth shone from within and round
about her. She kissed Diana. "Oh, so many things have happened,"
rapturously, "since you went away. Do you want me to tell you about
them?"

"You blessed baby," said Diana, and it seemed to Sophie that in her
voice was a note of sincere affe