"I knew _nothing_ about it before. Yes, I do enjoy it, Mr. Brandt, with you and Mr. Masters to explain things to me; but it is the people that interest me most." "The people!"-- "The mill hands?" Mrs. Brandt asked. "Yes; the mill hands." "What _can_ you find interesting in them? I am half afraid of them, for my part." "They look as if they wanted friends so much." "Friends?" repeated Mrs. Brandt. "I suppose they have friends among themselves. Why should not they? Well, it is time you had a change of society, I think. My husband has taken you among the mill people for two days; now to-night I will introduce you to a different set; some of your church people. I want you to take rest this afternoon, my dear Mrs. Masters--now won't you!--so as to be able to enjoy the evening. I am sure Brandt has fatigued you to death. I never can stand going up and down those stairs in the mills, and standing about; it kills me." "I wonder how they bear standing at the looms or the other machines all day?" "They? O, they are accustomed to it, I suppose. An hour or two of it breaks _me_ down. Now rest, will you? It's quite a great occasion to-night. One of our greatest men among the millowners, and one of the pillars of the church you and Mr. Masters are coming to take care of, gives an entertainment to his daughter to-night; a bride--married lately--just come home and just going away again. You'll see all our best people. Now please go and rest." Diana went to her room and rested, outwardly. In her mind thoughts were very busy. And when it was time to dress, they were hardly diverted from their subjects. It was with a sort of unconscious instinct that Diana threw her beautiful hair into the wavy masses and coils which were more graceful than she knew and crowned her so royally; and in the like manner that she put on a dress of soft white muslin. It had no adornment other than the lace which finished it at throat and wrists; she looked most like a bride herself. So Basil thought, when he came to fetch her; though he did not say his thought, fearing lest he might graze something in her mind which would pain her. He often withheld words for such a reason. "Will it do?" said Diana, seeing him look at her. "Too good for the occasion!" said Basil, shaking his head. "Too much dressed?" said Diana. "I thought I must dress as much as I could. Is it too much, Basil?" "Nobody else will think so," said the minister with a queer smile. "Do _you_ think so?" "You are just as you ought to be. All the same, it is beyond the company. Never mind. Come!" Downstairs another sort of criticism.