You will enjoy that."
"If you will help me," said Dinah.
"Of course I will help you, dear child. I will always help you with
anything so long as it is in my power."
Very tenderly Isabel reassured her till presently the scared feeling
subsided.
They went up later to the picture-gallery and joined Eustace whom they
found smoking there. His mood also had changed by that time, and he
introduced his ancestors to Dinah with complete good humour.
Isabel remained with them, but she talked very little in her brother's
presence; and when after a time Dinah turned to her she was startled by
the deadly weariness of her face.
"Oh, I am tiring you!" she exclaimed, with swift compunction.
But Isabel assured her with a smile that this was not so. She was a
little tired, but that was nothing new.
"But you generally rest before dinner!" said Dinah, full of
self-reproach, "Eustace, ought she not to rest?"
Eustace glanced at his sister half-reluctantly, and a shade of concern
crossed his face also. "Are you feeling faint?" he asked her. "Do you
want anything?"
"No, no! Of course not!" She averted her face sharply from his look. "Go
on talking to Dinah! I am all right."
She moved to a deep window-embrasure, and sat down on the cushioned seat.
The spring dusk was falling. She gazed forth into it with that look of
perpetual searching that Dinah had grown to know in the earliest days of
their acquaintance.
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