Her face changed as a sudden memory swept across her. "And my mother! My mother!" she said.
"Don't you think we had better deal with one difficulty at a time?" suggested Scott.
His hand sought hers, he drew her to her feet.
And, as one having no choice, she submitted and went with him.
It was still raining, but the heaviest of the shower was over. A gleam of sunshine lit the distance as they went, and a faint, faint ray of hope dawned in Dinah's heart at the sight. Though her deliverance was yet to be achieved, though she dreaded unspeakably that which lay before her, at least the door was open, could she but reach it to pass through. She breathed a purer air already. And beside her stood Greatheart the valiant, covering her with his shield of gold.
CHAPTER XVII
THE LION IN THE PATH
A large and merry party of guests were congregated in the great hall at
Perrythorpe Court, having tea. One of them—a young soldier-cousin of the
Studleys—was singing a sentimental ditty at a piano to which no one was
listening; and the hubbub was considerable.
Dinah, admitted into the outer hall that was curtained off from the gay crowd, shrank nearer to Scott as the cheery tumult reached her.
"Need we—must we—go in that way?" she whispered.