“Mr Carr, if the lady... loved you...is it quite fair to her-to say nothing?" There was a long silence and then my lord lied bravely. "I hope that she will - in time- forget me," he said. Diana sat very still. No more roses were destroyed; the breeze wafted the fallen petals over her feet, lightly, playfully. Somewhere in the hedge a bird was singing, a full-throated sobbing plaint, and from all around came an incessant chirping and twittering. The sun sent its bright rays all over the garden,bathing it in gold and happiness; but for the two in the pleasaunce the light had gone out , and the world was very black.”
Book:The Black Moth
