Dinah threw him a sudden, flashing glance of indignation. "Then she was a donkey, Scott, a fool--an idiot!" she declared, with trembling vehemence. "I'd like--oh, how I'd like--to tell her so." Scott was smiling, his own, whimsical smile. "Yes, wouldn't you?" he said. "And it's awfully nice of you to say so. But do you know, you're quite wrong. She wasn't any of those things. On the other hand, I was all three. But where's the use of talking? It's over, and a good thing too!" Dinah slipped a quivering hand over his. "We'll always be friends, won't we, Scott?" she said tremulously. "Always," said Scott. She squeezed his hand hard, and in response his fingers pressed her arm. His steady eyes looked straight into hers. And in the silence, there came to Dinah a queer stirring of uncertainty,--the uncertainty of one who just begins to suspect that he is on the wrong road. The moment passed, and they talked again of lighter things, but the mood of irresponsible light-heartedness had gone. When they finally left the Dower House, Dinah felt that she trod the earth once more. "I shall come and see you very often when we come back," she said rather wistfully. "I hope Eustace won't want to be away a very long time." "Aren't you looking forward to your honeymoon?" asked Scott. "I don't know," said Dinah, and paused. "I really don't know. But," brightening, "I'm sure the wedding will be great fun." "I hope it will," said Scott kindly. It was not till they were nearing Willowmount that Dinah asked him at length hesitatingly about Isabel. "Do you mind telling me? Is she worse?" Scott also hesitated a little before he answered. Then: "In one sense she is much better," he said. "But physically," he paused, "physically she is losing ground." "Oh, Scott!" Dinah looked at him with swift dismay. "But why--why? Can nothing be done?" His eyes met hers unwaveringly. "No, nothing," he said, and he spoke with that decision which she had come to know as in some fashion a part of himself. His words carried conviction, and yet by some means they quieted her dismay as well. He went on after a moment with that gentle philosophy of his that seemed to soften all he said. "She is as one nearing the end of a long journey, and she is very tired, poor girl. We can't grudge her her rest--when it comes. Eustace wants to rouse her, but I think the time for that is past. It is kinder--it is wiser--to let her alone." Dinah drew a little nearer to him. "Do you mean--that you think she won't live very long?" she whispered. "If you like to put it that way," Scott answered quietly. "Oh, but what of you?" she said. She uttered the words almost involuntarily, and the next moment she would have recalled them, for she saw his face change. For a second--only a second--she read suffering in his eyes. But he answered her without hesitation.