"Presumptuous for helping me in the
Valley of Humiliation?" she said.
He took the hand and held it firmly. "I am so used to it myself," he
said, in a low voice. "I ought to know a little about it."
"Perhaps," said Dinah thoughtfully, "that is what makes you great."
He raised his shoulders slightly. "You have always seen me through a
magnifying-glass," he said whimsically. "Some day the fates will reverse
that glass and then you will be unutterably shocked."
Dinah smiled again and shook her head. "I know you," she said.
He lighted his cigarette, and then brought out a pocket-book. "I want to
write a note to Isabel," he said. "You don't mind?"
"About me?" questioned Dinah.
"About the arrangements I am making. She is motoring to Great Mallowes in
any case to catch the afternoon express."
"Oh!" said Dinah, and coloured vividly, painfully.
Scott did not see. "I can get someone at the farm to take the message,"
he said. "And when once you are with Isabel I shall feel easy about you."
"And--and--my--mother?" faltered Dinah.
"I shall write to her this afternoon while we are waiting for Isabel,"
said Scott quietly.
"What--shall you say?" whispered Dinah.
"Do you mind leaving that entirely to me?" he said.
"She will be--furious," she murmured. "She might--out of revenge come
after us. What then?"
"She will certainly not do that," said Scott, "as she will not know your
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