"Perhaps," said Dinah thoughtfully, "that is what makes you great."
He raised his shoulders slightly. "You have always seen me through a magnifying-glass," he said whimsically. "Some day the fates will reverse that glass and then you will be unutterably shocked."
Dinah smiled again and shook her head. "I know you," she said.
He lighted his cigarette, and then brought out a pocket-book. "I want to write a note to Isabel," he said. "You don't mind?"
"About me?" questioned Dinah.
"About the arrangements I am making. She is motoring to Great Mallowes in any case to catch the afternoon express."
"Oh!" said Dinah, and coloured vividly, painfully.
Scott did not see. "I can get someone at the farm to take the message," he said. "And when once you are with Isabel I shall feel easy about you."
"And—and—my—mother?" faltered Dinah.
"I shall write to her this afternoon while we are waiting for Isabel," said Scott quietly.