Diana did not reply. She prayed that help was on its way. Would it come in time to prevent the marriage? She closed her eyes and tried to remain calm. Gareth’s face swam into her mind. His smile, his laugh, his witty, dry comments, his tastes which seemed so remarkably akin to hers—it could have all been so perfect. He pretended he did not know why she had broken their engagement, well, to be honest, had jilted him at the altar. Yet he had been so quick to announce their renewed engagement when they were discovered at the hut. He had not hesitated. Not a flicker of doubt. He seemed so confident about it as well. The fact he had brought the ring
with him remained a mystery. What man brought a ring to a Christmas party without planning to offer it to a lady? He did not seem disappointed he had not had the chance to offer it to Miss Plymstock. In fact, thinking more upon his relationship with the lady, Diana could see now that he had only been his usual courteous self. He had been polite and attentive to Miss Plymstock, but he had not singled her out for special attention. In fact, he had come straight to Diana upon her arrival and welcomed her.
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