Part 59 (1/2)
She moved to a deep window-embrasure, and sat down on the cus.h.i.+oned 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. She was watching, she was waiting,--for what? She longed to draw near and comfort her, but the presence of Eustace made that impossible. She did not know how to dismiss him.
And then to her relief the door opened, and Scott came quietly in upon them. He seemed to take in the situation at a glance, for after a few words with them he pa.s.sed on to Isabel, sitting aloof and silent in the twilight.
She greeted him with a smile, and Dinah's anxiety lifted somewhat. She turned to Eustace.
”Show me your den now!” she said. ”I can see the rest of the house to-morrow.”
And with a feeling that she was doing Isabel a service she went away with him, alone.
CHAPTER VI
THE WRONG ROAD
When Dinah descended to breakfast the next morning, she encountered Scott in the hall. He had evidently just come in from an early ride, and he was looking younger and more animated than his wont.
”Ah, there you are!” he said, coming to meet her. ”I've got some shocking news for you this morning. Eustace has had to go to town to see his solicitor. An urgent telephone message came through this morning. He has just gone up by the early train in the hope of getting back in good time.
He charged me with all sorts of messages for you, and I have promised to take care of you in his absence, if you will allow me.”
”Oh, that will be great fun!” exclaimed Dinah ingenuously, ”I hope you are not very busy. I'd like you to show me everything.”
He laughed. ”No, I can't do that. We must keep that for Eustace. But I will take you to the Dower House, and show you that.”
”I shall love that,” said Dinah.
He took her into a room that overlooked terrace and river-valley and the sunny southern slope that lay between.
Breakfast was laid for two, and a cheery fire was burning. ”How cosy it looks!” said Dinah.
”It does, doesn't it?” said Scott. ”We always breakfast here in the winter for that reason. Not that it is winter to-day. It is glorious spring. You seem to have brought it with you. Take the coffee-pot end, won't you? What will you have to eat?”
He spoke with a lightness that Dinah found peculiarly exhilarating. He was evidently determined that she should not be dull. Her spirits rose.
She suddenly felt like a child who has been granted an unexpected holiday.
She smiled up at him as he brought her a plate. ”Isn't it a perfect morning? I'm so glad to be here. Don't let us waste a single minute; will we?”
”Not one,” said Scott.
He went to his own place. He was plainly in a holiday mood also. She saw it in his whole bearing, and her heart rejoiced. It was so good to see him looking happy.
”Have you seen Isabel this morning?” he asked her presently.
”No. I went to her door, but Biddy said she was asleep, so I didn't go in.”
”She often doesn't sleep much before morning,” Scott said. ”I expect she will be down to luncheon if you can put up with me only till then.”
He evidently did not want to discuss Isabel's health just then, and Dinah was quite willing also to let the subject pa.s.s for the time. It was a morning for happy thoughts only. She and Scott would pretend that they had not a care in the world.