But, in an instant, she was grave again. Momentous issues lay before her. Uncle Falcon had been dead eleven months. "Then would you advise me to marry, and thus retain the property?" she suggested. "God forbid!" cried David. "That you should be compelled to leave here, seems intolerable; but it would be infinitely more intolerable that you should make a loveless marriage. Give up all, if needs must, but--keep your ideals." Diana glanced at him, from beneath half-lifted lids. "That will mean, Cousin David, that you cannot have the money for your church, your school, your printing-press, and your steam-launch; nor the yearly income for current expenses." Now, curiously enough, David had not thought of this. His mind had been completely taken up with the idea of Diana running after omnibuses and lunching cheaply on potted meat. The great disappointment now struck him with full force; but he did not waver for an instant. "How could I build the Church of the Holy Star on the proceeds of your lost ideals?" he said. "If my church is to be built, the money will be found in some other way." "There _is_ another way," said Diana, suddenly. David looked up, surprised at the forceful decision of her tone. "What other way is there?" he asked. Diana rose; walked over to the window and stood looking across the spacious park, at the pale gold of the wintry sunset. She was in full view, at last, of her high fence, and did not yet know what lay beyond it. She headed straight for it; but she rode on the curb. She walked back to the fireplace, and stood confronting him; her superb young figure drawn up to its full height. Her voice was very quiet; her manner, very deliberate, as she answered his question. "I want _you_ to marry me, Cousin David," she said, "on the morning of the day on which you start for Central Africa." CHAPTER X DIANA'S HIGH FENCE David Rivers sprang to his feet, and faced Diana. "I cannot do that," he said. Diana had expected this. She waited a moment, silently; while the atmosphere palpitated with David's intense surprise. Then: "Why not, Cousin David?" she asked quietly. And, as he still stood before her, speechless, "Sit down," she commanded, "and tell me. Why not?" But David stood his ground, and Diana realised, for the first time, that he was slightly taller than herself. "Why not?" he said. "Why not! Why because, even if I wished--I mean, even if you wished--even if we both wished for each other--in that way--Central Africa is no place for a woman. I would never take a woman there!" Diana's face flushed. Her white teeth bit sharply into her lower lip. Her hands clenched themselves suddenly at her sides. The fury of her eyes flashed full into the blank dismay of his. Then, with a mighty effort, she mastered her imperious temper.