Brothers -- Fiction; Love stories; Triangles (Interpersonal relations) -- Fiction
Scott looked at her for the first time since the beginning of her
confidences. "Do you know, Miss Bathurst," he said, "I have a suspicion
that you are much too hard on yourself. Of course I don't know what
happened, but I do know that my brother is much more likely to have been
in the wrong than you were. The best thing you can do is simply to
dismiss the matter from your mind. Behave as if nothing had happened! Cut
him next time! It's far the best way of treating him."
Dinah smiled woefully. "And he will spread himself at Rose's feet like
all the rest, and never come near me again."
Scott frowned a little. "Miss de Vigne won't have the monopoly, I can
assure you."
"She will," protested Dinah. "She knows how to flirt without being
caught. I don't."
"Thank the gods for that!" said Scott with fervour. "So he tried to
flirt, did he? And you objected. Was that it?"
"Something like that," murmured Dinah, with hot face averted.
"Then in heaven's name, continue to object!" he said, with unusual
vehemence. "You did the right thing, child. Don't be drawn into doing
what others do! Strike out a straight line for yourself, and stick to it!
Above all, don't be ashamed of sticking to it! No woman was ever yet the
better or the more attractive for cultivating her talent for flirting.
Don't you know that it is your very genuineness and straightforwardness
that is your charm?"
Dinah looked at him in sheer surprise. "I haven't got any charm," she
said. "That's just the trouble. It was only my dancing that made your
brother fancy I had last night."
Scott's frown deepened, became almost formidable, then suddenly vanished
in a laugh. "That's just your point of view," he said. "Perhaps it's a
pity to open your eyes. But whatever you do, don't try to humour my
brother's whims! It would be very bad for him, and you certainly wouldn't
gain anything by it. Put up with me for a change, and come to tea
instead!"
A flash of gaiety gleamed for a moment in Dinah's eyes. It was the first
he had seen that morning. "I'll come," she said, "if Lady Grace will let
me. But I think I had better ask first, don't you?"
"Perhaps it would be safer," agreed Scott. "Tell her my sister is an
invalid! I don't think she will object. I made the acquaintance of the
doughty Colonel last night."
"You know he isn't a bad sort," said Dinah. "He is much nicer than Lady
Grace or Rose. Of course he's rather stuck up, but that's only natural.
He's lived so long in India, and now he's a J.P. into the bargain. It
would be rather wonderful if he were anything else. Billy can't bear him,
but then Billy's a boy."
"I like Billy," observed Scott.
"Yes, and Billy likes you," she answered warmly. "He's quite an
intelligent boy."
"Evidently," agreed Scott, with a smile. "Now here is the village! Where
do I post my letters?"
Dinah directed him with cheerful alacrity. She was feeling much happier;
her tottering self-respect was almost restored.
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