"What did you say?" Scott asked.
"I said—" the quick tears sprang to her eyes—"I said that he was unkind to her, and that—that she was always miserable when he was there. Scott, what made me say it? It was hateful of me! It was hateful!"
"It was the truth," Scott said. He looked at her thoughtfully for a few seconds, then very kindly he patted her hand as it rested on the gate. "Don't be so distressed!" he said. "It probably did him good—even if it did hurt. But I think you are right. If Isabel has the smallest wish to see him, he must come. I will see what I can do."
Dinah gave him a difficult smile. "You always put things right," she said.
He lifted his shoulders with a whimsical expression. "The magnifying-glass again!" he said.
"No," she protested. "No. I see you as you are."
"Then you see a very ordinary citizen," he said.
But Dinah shook her head. "A knight in disguise," she said.