He kissed her temple and the clustering hair above it. "There now! You are not going to be a silly little scared fawn any more. Come along and dance it off!" His arm encircled her shoulders; he began to lead her to the stairs. And Dinah went, slave-like in her submission, but hating herself the more for every step she took. They went to the ballroom, and presently they danced. But the old subtle charm was absent. Her feet moved to the rhythm of the music, her body swayed and pulsed to the behest of his; but her spirit stood apart, bruised and downcast and very much alone. Her gilded palace had fallen all about her in ruins. The deliverance to which she had looked forward so eagerly was but another bondage that would prove more cruel and more enslaving than the first. She longed with all her quivering heart to run away and hide. He was very kind to her, more considerate than she had ever known him. Perhaps he missed the fairy abandonment which had so delighted him in her dancing of old; but he found no fault; and when the dance was over he did not lead her away to some private corner as she had dreaded, but took her instead to her father and stood with him for some time in talk. She saw Scott in the distance, but he did not approach her while Eustace was with them, and when her _fiancé_ turned away at length he had disappeared. They were left comparatively alone, and Dinah slipped an urgent hand into her father's. "I want to go home, Daddy. I'm so tired." He looked at her in surprise, but she managed to muster a smile in reply, and he was not observant enough to note the distress that lay behind it. "Had enough of it, eh?" he questioned. "Well, I think you're wise. You'll be busy to-morrow. By all means, let's go!" It was not till the very last moment that she saw Scott again. He came forward just as she was passing through the hall to the front door. He took the hand she held out to him, looking at her with those straight, steady eyes of his that there was no evading, but he made no comment of any sort. "Mr. Grey is coming by a morning train to-morrow," he said. "May I bring him to call upon you in the afternoon? I believe he wants to run through the wedding-service with you beforehand." He smiled as he said it, but Dinah could not smile in answer. There was something ominous to her in that last sentence, something that made her think of the clanking of chains. She was relieved to hear her father answer for her. "Come by all means! Nothing like a dress rehearsal to make things go smoothly. I'll tell my wife to expect you." Scott's hand relinquished hers, and she felt suddenly cold. She murmured a barely audible "Good night!" and turned away.