But
still, as they have come to our church and are strangers in the
district, it would perhaps be neighbourly to call, wouldn't it?"
"Can't you call on them, Pobs?" suggested Diana, "A sort of 'rectorial'
visit, you know. That would surely be sufficient."
The Sector hesitated.
"I don't know about that, Di. Don't you think it would look rather
unfriendly on the part of you girls? Rather snubby, eh?"
That was precisely what Diana, had thought, and the reflection had
afforded her no small satisfaction. She wanted to hit back--and hit
hard--and now Pobs' kindly, hospitable nature was unconsciously putting
the brake on the wheel of retribution.
She shrugged her shoulders with an air of indifference.
"Oh, well, you and Joan can call. I don't think actresses, and authors
who love them and write plays for them, are much in my line," she
replied distantly.
It would seem as though Joan's dictum that presentiments, like dreams,
go by contraries, had been founded upon the rock of experience, for, in
truth, Diana's premonition that something delightful was about to
happen to her had been fulfilled in a sorry fashion.
CHAPTER VI
THE AFTERMATH OF AN ADVENTURE
Diana awoke with a start. Before sleep had overtaken her she had been
lying on a shallow slope of sand, leaning against a rock, with her elbow
resting on its flat surface and her book propped up in front of her.
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