"Of course; I know that now. Diana was talking to me after we came home from our ride. She told me some of the wonderful things you had done, and of how people almost said their prayers to you." "Not quite that--but it's my reward that so many of my patients are my friends because I have helped them." "And Diana said that if I loved you I'd be glad--to let you--cut people up." In spite of himself he laughed. She was irresistible. "I shan't exact that of you. But at least you must not worry." "And I won't have to live there?" anxiously. "Where?" "At the sanatorium?" "Of course not. You'll live over there." He pointed to a jutting rock on the top of which a big house loomed white in the moonlight. "There? Oh, I'd love to go over it. Couldn't we, now?" He hesitated. "Perhaps it would be better to wait till there are others." Then, seeing her disappointment, he agreed. "Well, if Delia will come too." "Delia?" "To open the rooms." He had not the heart to tell her how sharp were the tongues of the gossips of the little town. So Delia, a little later, limped after them with Peter following, confidently. "And you flirted with Justin," Anthony remarked on the way over. "Yes. In the little tea room. Diana and Mrs. Martens sat at one table, and Mr. Ford and I at the other--and he was so funny--and I----Well, _any one_ looking on might have thought I was in earnest." "What did Diana think?" "Oh, she knows how I feel about you----" "And Justin, does he know?" "Of course not. It's not announced, you know." "But if he should take you in earnest." "Silly," Bettina tucked her hand in his arm, "nobody takes me in earnest--but you----" Her hesitation was charming, but he did not respond ardently, and perhaps she missed something in his manner, for presently she asked, "Are you jealous?" "My dear, no. Children must play----" She sighed a little. "Am I such a child?" He laughed again. "Of course, you're a mere baby--but a dear baby, Betty mine." And with that she was content. The big house was not furnished. "I am going to put in the things which were in the old house before I turned it into a sanatorium. My grandfather was a sea captain, and I have a model of a ship carved by one of his sailors out of soup bones, and there are two great china tureens in the shape of swans, and some ivories and queer embroidered screens that I wouldn't take anything for. It's a sort of jumble for a modern residence, but I like it. And I have had the house built in a style which will be in keeping with my belongings. It's rocky and rugged and there's a fireplace in every room. I like to burn logs for cheerfulness even when there's a furnace--and to come home to the light of them on winter nights." "I love pretty new things," Bettina informed him. "May I have all white for my room? With ivory things on my dresser with silver monograms, and--white fur rugs?" Her room!