How that night went by it would be useless to try to tell. Some things cannot be described. A loosing of all the bands of law and order in the material world we call chaos; and once in a while the mental nature of some poor mortal falls for a time into a like condition. No hold of anything, not even of herself; no clear sense of anything, except of the disorder and pain; no hope at the moment that could fasten on either world, the present or the future; no will to lay hold of the unruly forces within her and reduce them to obedience. An awful night for Diana, such as she never had spent, nor in its full measure would ever spend again. Nevertheless, through all the confusion, under all the tumult, there was one fixed point; indeed, it was the point round which all the confusion worked, and which Diana was dimly conscious of all the while; one point of action. At the time she could not steady herself to look at it; but when the dawn came up in the sky, with its ineffable promise of victory by and by,--and when the rays of the sun broke over the hills with their golden performance of conquest begun, strength seemed to come into her heart. Certainly light has no fellowship with darkness; and the spiritual and the material are more closely allied, perhaps, than we wot of. Diana washed herself and dressed, and felt that she had done with yesterday. It was a worn and haggard face that was opposite Basil at the breakfast table; but she sat there, and poured out his tea with not less care than usual. Except for cups of tea, the meal was not much more than a pretence. After it was done, Diana followed her husband to his study. "Basil," she said, "I must go away." Mr. Masters started, and asked what she meant. "I mean just that," said Diana. "I must go away Basil, help me!" "Help you, my child?" said he; "I will help you all I can. But sit down, Diana; you are not able to stand. Why do you want to go away?" "I must." "Where do you wish to go?" "I do not know. I do not care. Anywhere." "You have no plan?" "No; only to get away." "Why, Diana?" he said very tenderly. "Is it necessary?" "Yes, Basil. I must go." "Do you know that it would be extremely difficult for me to leave home just at present? There are so many people wanting me." "I know that. I have thought of all that. You cannot go. Let me go, and baby." "Where, my dear? "I don't know," she said with almost a sob. "You must know. You must help me, Basil." Basil looked at her, and took several turns up and down the room, in sorrow and perplexity. "What is your reason, Di?" he asked gently. "If I understood your thought better, I should know better how to meet it." "I must be away," said Diana vaguely. "I must not be here. I musn't be where I can see--anybody. Nobody must know where I am, Basil--do you understand? You must send me away, and you must not tell _anybody_."