He turned to her. "Yes? What is it?"
The piteous, shamed colour rose up under his eyes. Again she turned her face away. "That—that sapphire pendant!" she murmured. "I brought it with me. Of course—I know—the presents will have to be returned. I didn't mean to—to run away with it. But—but—I loved it so. I couldn't have borne my mother to touch it. Shall I—shall I give it you now?"
"No, dear," he answered firmly. "Neither now nor at any time. I gave it to you as a token of friendship, and I would like you to keep it always for that reason."
"Always?" questioned Dinah. "Even if—if I never marry at all?"
"Certainly," he said.
"Because I never shall marry now," she said, speaking with difficulty.
"I—have quite given up that idea."
"I should like you to keep it in any case," Scott said.
"You are very good," she said earnestly. "I—I wonder you will have anything to do with me now that you know how—how wicked I am."
"I don't think you wicked," he said.
"Don't you?" She opened her heavy eyes a little. "You don't blame me for—for—" She broke off shuddering, and as she did so, there came again the rumble and roar of a distant train. "Then why did you stop me?" she whispered tensely.