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Rockhurst and Diana, at the extreme end of the terrace, stood alone in the sunshine, with the June roses about them. -How much more apart now than on that night in the snow between the black fir trees and the waste heath! She flung a sudden, eager look at him; but before the smooth courtesy with which he turned to her, drew back into herself, once more checked and puzzled. It was to be as if they had only met in a dream? So be it! Then the thought that he must now regard her as his son's choice broke upon her in a flash of revelation-and anger. Why had she dallied with such folly? With an involuntary movement she loosened her grasp on Harry's roses and they fell round her feet.
"Why, madam," said Rockhurst, with a forced smile and a perfunctory solicitude, "your posy, madam, all in the dust! Nay, permit me to cull another for you."