"I know that," she answered, with unruffled patience; "but I cannot see any wrong in what we propose to do. We may be absolutely faithful to one another, though continents divide us. I should most probably continue faithful if you were on another planet. We can be a mutual help and comfort the one to the other, by our prayers and constant thought, and by our letters; for surely Cousin David, we should write to one another--occasionally? Is not our friendship worth something?" "It is worth everything," said David, "except wrong doing. Look here!" he exclaimed suddenly, rising to his feet. "I must go right away, by myself, and think this thing over, for twenty-four hours. At the end of that time I shall have arrived at a clear decision in my own mind. Then, if you do not object, and can allow me another day, I will run up to town, and lay the whole matter--of course without mentioning your name--before the man whose judgment I trust more than that of any man I know. If he agrees with me, my own opinion will be confirmed; and if he differs----" "You will still adhere to your own opinion," said Diana, with a wistful little smile. She rang the bell. "I am beginning to know you pretty well, Cousin David.--The dogcart, Rodgers.--Who is this Solon?" "A London physician, who has given me endless care, refusing all fees, because of my work, and because my father was a doctor. Also he gives a more hopeful report than any." "Really? Does he think you will stand the climate after all?" David smiled. "He gives me a possible three years, under favourable circumstances. The other people give me two, perhaps only one." "I think you must tell me his name. He may be my undesirable suitor!" "Hardly," said David. "He has a charming wife of his own, and two little children. But of course I will tell you who he is." David named a name which brought a flush of pleasure to Diana's face.