Dinah's face flushed red. "Need the doctor know?" she asked him shyly. "I am—so afraid of his saying I am well enough to go home. And that—that will end everything."
"He shan't say that," Scott promised, still smiling in the fashion that so warmed her heart. "I will drop him a hint."
"Oh, you are good!" Dinah said very earnestly. "I think you are the kindest man I have ever met."
He laughed at that. "My dear, it is easy to be kind to you," he said.
"I'm sure I don't know why," she protested. "I'm getting very spoilt and selfish."
He patted her hand gently and laid it down. "You are—just you," he said, and rising with the words rather abruptly he left her.
CHAPTER XXIV
THE LIGHTS OF A CITY
"May I come in?" said Sir Eustace.
He stood in the doorway, a gigantic figure to Dinah's unaccustomed eyes, and looked in upon her with a careless smile on his handsome face.