"I want you," she said rather breathlessly, "to find out if--that is so.
And if it is--if it is--"
"My dear, you needn't be afraid," Scott said. "I am quite sure that
Eustace wouldn't wish to drive you away. He might be doubtful as to
whether you would care to meet him again so soon, but if you had no
objection to his coming, he wouldn't deliberately stay away on his own
account. You know--I don't think you've ever realized it--he loves
Isabel."
"Then he must want to come," she said quickly. "Oh, Scott, do you know--I
said a dreadful--a cruel--thing to him--that last day. If he really loves
her, it must have hurt him--terribly."
"What did you say?" Scott asked.
"I said--" the quick tears sprang to her eyes--"I said that he was unkind
to her, and that--that she was always miserable when he was there. Scott,
what made me say it? It was hateful of me! It was hateful!"
"It was the truth," Scott said. He looked at her thoughtfully for a few
seconds, then very kindly he patted her hand as it rested on the gate.
"Don't be so distressed!" he said. "It probably did him good--even if it
did hurt. But I think you are right. If Isabel has the smallest wish to
see him, he must come. I will see what I can do."
Dinah gave him a difficult smile. "You always put things right," she
said.
He lifted his shoulders with a whimsical expression. "The
magnifying-glass again!" he said.
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