Dinah shook her head. "If you could come too!" she suggested, in a very small voice.
"No, I can't," said Scott firmly.
She sent him a darting glance. "Are you angry with me?" she said.
"I!" said Scott in amazement.
"You—spoke as if you were," she said. "And you looked—quite grim."
He laughed a little. "If you are afraid of me, you must indeed be easily frightened. No, of course I am not angry. Dinah! Dinah! Don't be silly!"
Her lips were quivering, but in response to his admonishing tone she forced them to smile. "I know I am silly," she said, with an effort. "I—I'm not nearly good enough for Eustace. And I'm a dreadful little coward, I know. But he does frighten me. When he kisses me—I always want to run away."
"But you wouldn't like it if he didn't," said Scott, in the voice of the philosopher.
"Shouldn't I?" said Dinah. "I wonder. It—wouldn't be him, would it?"
"And what are you going to do when you are married?" said Scott, point blank. "You'll see much more of him then."