"
"Yes, it must. One fine day you'll make it up with him, Jerry, and
he'll slay the fatted calf and you'll have no end of a good time."
Just then the clock of a neighbouring church chimed the half-hour, and
Jerry jumped to his feet in a hurry.
"My hat! Half-past six! I must be toddling. What a squanderer of
unconsidered hours you are, Diana! . . . Well, by-bye, old girl; it's
good to see you back in town. Then I may tell Miss de Gervais that
you'll sing for her?"
Diana nodded.
"Of course I will. It will be a sort of preliminary canter for my
recital."
"And when that event comes off, you'll sail past the post lengths in
front of any one else."
And with that Jerry took his departure. A minute later Diana heard the
front door bang, and from the window watched him striding along the
street. He looked back, just before he turned the corner, and waved
his hand cheerily.
"Nice boy!" she murmured, and then set about her unpacking in good
earnest.
CHAPTER XII
MAX ERRINGTON'S RETURN
It was the evening of Adrienne's reception, and Diana was adding a few
last touches to her toilette for the occasion. Bunty had been playing
the part of lady's maid, and now they both stood back to observe the
result of their labours.
"You do look nice!" remarked Miss Bunting, in a tone of satisfaction.
Diana glanced half-shyly into the long glass panel of the wardrobe
door.
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