Blue patches
of violets bloomed in the garden. Again with Scott's help, she gathered a
great dewy bunch.
There were workmen in one or two of the rooms, and she stood by or
wandered at will while Scott talked to the foreman.
They found themselves presently in the room that was to be Isabel's,--a
large and sunlit apartment that had a turret window that looked to the
far hills beyond the river. Dinah stood entranced with her eyes upon the
blue distance. Finally, with a sigh, she spoke.
"How I wish I were going to live here too!"
"What! You like it better than Willowmount?" said Scott.
She made a little gesture of the hands, as if she pleaded for
understanding. "I feel so small in big places. This is spacious, but it's
cosy too. I--I should feel lost alone at Willowmount."
"But you won't be alone," he pointed out, with his kindly smile. "You
will be very much the reverse, I can assure you."
She gave that sharp, uncontrollable little shiver of hers. "You mean
Eustace--" she said haltingly.
"Yes, Eustace, and all the people round who will want to know his bride,"
said Scott. "I don't think you will have much time to be lonely. If you
have, you can always come along to us, you know. We shall be only too
delighted to see you."
Dinah turned to him impulsively. "You are good!" she said. "I wonder you
don't look upon me as a horrid little interloper, turning you out of your
home where you have always lived! I do hate the thought of it! Really it
isn't my fault.
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