THE TRUTH
At Scott's quiet summons Dinah entered. What she had passed through during those minutes of waiting was written in her face. She looked deathly.
Sir Eustace did not move to meet her. He stood by the table, very upright, very stern, uncompromisingly silent.
Dinah gave him one quivering glance, and turned appealingly to Scott.
"Don't be nervous!" he said gently. "There is no need. I have told him your wish."
She was terrified, but the ordeal had to be faced. She summoned all her strength, and went forward.
"Oh, Eustace," she said piteously, "I am so dreadfully sorry."
He looked down at her, his face like a marble mask. "So," he said, "you want to throw me over!"
She clasped her hands very tightly before her. "Oh, I know it's hateful of me," she said.
He made a slight, disdainful gesture. "Did you make up your mind or did
Scott make it up for you?"