"I am very glad to have seen her," said Diana in the same quiet way, looking at Evan fixedly. "I should have been glad to see more of her, and learn to know her. I could scarcely speak to her for the crowd around." "Yes, she is a great favourite, and everybody is eager to see her before she goes." "You are going away soon?" "O yes!--to my post." "I hope she will make you happy, Evan," Diana said gently and cordially. "You are very good, I am sure. I don't want you to think, Diana, that I--that I, in fact, have forgotten anything"-- "You cannot forget too soon," she answered, smiling, "everything that Clara would not wish you to remember." "A fellow is so awfully lonely out there on the frontiers"--he said, mumbling his words through his moustache in a peculiar way. "You will not be lonely now, I hope." "You see, Di, you were lost to me. If I could only think of you as happy"-- "You may." "Happy?" he repeated, looking at her. He had avoided her eyes until now. "Yes." "Then _you_ have forgotten?" "One does not forget," said Diana, with again a grave smile. "But I have ceased to look back sorrowfully." "But--you are married"-- Then light flushed into Diana's face. She understood Evan's allusion. "Yes," she said,--"to somebody who has my whole heart." "But--you are married to Mr. Masters?"--he went on incredulously. "Certainly. And I love my husband with all the strength there is in me to love. I hope your wife will love you as well," she added with another smile, a different one, which was exceedingly aggravating to the young man. No other lips could wreathe so with such a mingling of softness and strength, love, and--yes, happiness. Captain Knowlton had seen smiles like that upon those lips once, long ago; never a brighter or more confident one. He felt unaccountably injured. "You did not speak so when I saw you last," he remarked. "No. I was a fool," said Diana, with somewhat unreasonable perverseness. "Or, if I was not a fool, I was weak." "I see you are strong now," said the young officer bitterly. "I was never strong; and I am weak still. I have not forgotten, Diana." "You ought to forget, Evan," she said gently. "It's impossible!" said he, hastily turning over photographs on the table. Diana would have answered, but the opportunity was gone. Other people came near; the two fell apart from each other, and no more words were interchanged between them.