Diana obeyed, but she was very quick about it; she was nervously afraid lest while she was absent some word should be said that she would not have lost for the whole world. What had they come for, these people? Was the secret out, perhaps, and had they come to bring her a letter? Or to say why Evan had not written? Could he have been sick? A feverish whirlwind of thoughts rushed through Diana's head while she was fastening her dress; and she went down and came into the parlour with two beautiful spots of rose colour upon her cheeks. They were fever-spots. Diana had been pale of late; but she looked gloriously handsome as she entered the room. Bad for her. A common-looking woman might have heard news from Evan; the instant resolve in the hearts of the two ladies who had come to visit her was, that this girl should hear none. They were, however, exceedingly gracious and agreeable. Mrs. Reverdy entered with flattering interest into all the matters of household and farm detail respecting which Mrs. Starling chose to be communicative; responded with details of her own. How it was impossible to get good butter made, unless you made it yourself. How servants were unsatisfactory, even in Pleasant Valley; and how delightful it was to be able to do without them, as Mrs. Starling did and Diana. "I should like it of all things," said Mrs. Reverdy with her unfailing laugh; a little, well-bred, low murmur of a laugh. "It must be so delightful to have your biscuits always light and never tasting of soda; and your butter always as if it was made of cowslips; and your eggs always fresh. We never have fresh eggs," continued Mrs. Reverdy, shaking her head solemnly;--"never. I never dare to have them boiled." "What becomes of them?" said a new voice; and Mr. Masters entered the field--in other words, the room. Diana's heart contracted with a pang; was this another hindrance in the way of her hearing what she wanted? But the rest of the ladies welcomed him. "Charming!" said Mrs. Reverdy; "now you will go home with us." "I don't see just on what you found your conclusion." "O, you will have made your visit to Mrs. Starling, you know; and then you will have nothing else to do." "There spoke a woman of business!" said the minister. "Yes, why not?" said the lady. "I was just telling Mrs. Starling how I should delight to do as she does, without servants, and how pleasant I should find it; only, you know, I shouldn't know how to do anything if I tried." Mrs. Reverdy seemed to find the idea very entertaining. "You wouldn't like to get up in the morning to make your biscuits," said Gertrude. "O yes, I would! I needn't have breakfast very early, you know." "The good butter wouldn't be on the table if you didn't," said Mrs. Starling. "Wouldn't it? Why? Does it matter when butter is made, if it is only made right?" "No; but the trouble is, it cannot be made right after the sun is an hour or two high." "An hour or two!" Mrs. Reverdy uttered a little scream.