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I am looking to you to wake her up. For heaven's sake be as lively as you can!" "Oh, poor Isabel!" Quick concern was in Dinah's voice. "What is it, do you think? Doesn't the place suit her?" "Heaven knows," he answered gloomily, "I have a house down at Heath-on-Sea where we keep the yacht, but I doubt if it would do her much good to go there this time of the year.
This praise intoxicated Madame de la Baudraye; and Monsieur de Clagny, Monsieur Gravier, and Gatien, all thought her warmer in her manner to Etienne than she had been on the previous day. Dinah's three attaches greatly regretted having all gone to Sancerre to blow the trumpet in honor of the evening at Anzy; nothing, to hear them, had ever been so brilliant.
There were several joking remarks made by the bystanders, but Dinah's new master took no notice of them, but with a motion of his hand to her to follow him, walked out of the yard. A minute later Vincent followed, and although he had no doubt that the man was the agent Mr. Renfrew had employed, he did not feel thoroughly satisfied until he saw them enter the lawyer's office. He quickly followed.
He seems to be very kind-hearted too. Didn't I see him helping you with your skating the other night?" Dinah's eyes shone again with a quick and ominous light. "He helped you with your ski-ing too, didn't he?" she said. "He did, dear. I had a most enjoyable afternoon." Rose smiled again as over some private reminiscence.
"Servant, ma'am," said he in a gruff unnatural voice, and fell back on his support. She laughed again merrily. "And you'll forgive me for making you welcome with musical honours? That was a sudden notion of Dinah's. She spied you coming up the road, and Dinah, can you manage to stop that silly tune?" "I'll try, mistress."
We ought to get a good view of the sunset. I hope it won't be misty, but they say a change is coming." "I hope it won't come yet," said Dinah fervently. "The last few days have been so perfect. And there is so little time left." Scott smiled. "That is the worst of perfection," he said. "It never lasts." Dinah's eyes were wistful.
Now and then muffled in the snow, she thought she heard the scamper of tiny feet. Isabel went up the steep track with a wonderful elasticity, looking neither to right nor left. Her eyes were fixed perpetually forwards, with the look in them of one who strains towards a goal. Her lips were parted, and the eagerness of her face went to Dinah's heart. They came out above the pine-wood.
When Scott reached the fallen tree again, Dinah's fit of weeping was over. She was lying exhausted and barely conscious against his coat. She opened her eyes as he knelt down beside her. "You are good," she whispered faintly. He poured out some milk and held it to her. "Try to drink some!" he said gently. She put out a trembling hand. "No; let me!" he said.
Dinah's solitude was all the more distressing because she had not the art of putting a good face to the matter by examining the company through her opera-glass.
Only she put her arm about Dinah as she stood. There followed a few moments of very difficult silence; then abruptly the mutiny went out of Dinah's face and attitude. "I'm horrid," she said, in a voice half-choked. "Forgive me! You you shouldn't spoil me so." "Oh, don't, please!" said Scott. "I am infernally sorry. I know what it means to you."
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