"
He stooped his head, and a shaft of sunlight flickered across his
bright hair. Diana watched it with a curious sense of detachment.
Very gently he laid her hands against his lips, and the next moment he
was swinging away from her across the stretch of yellow sand, leaving
her alone once more with the sea and the sky and the wheeling gulls.
CHAPTER XV
DIANA'S DECISION
Max had been gone a week--a week of distress and miserable indecision
for Diana, racked as she was between her love and her conviction that
marriage under the only circumstances possible would inevitably bring
unhappiness. Over and above this fear there was the instinctive recoil
she felt from Errington's demand for such blind faith. Her pride
rebelled against it. If he loved her and had confidence in her, why
couldn't he trust her with his secret? It was treating her like a
child, and it would be wrong--all wrong--she argued, to begin their
married life with concealment and secrecy for its foundation.
One morning she even wrote to him, telling him definitely either that
he must trust her altogether, or that they must part irrevocably. But
the letter was torn up the same afternoon, and Diana went to bed that
night with her decision still untaken.
For several nights she had slept but little, and once again she passed
long hours tossing feverishly from side to side of the bed or pacing up
and down her room, love and pride fighting a stubborn battle within
her.
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