Her look was wistful. He took the packet from her with a smile.
"Of course she didn't. She was delighted with you. When are you coming to see her again?"
"I don't know," said Dinah.
"Come to tea!" suggested Scott.
Dinah hesitated, flushing.
"You've something else to do?" he asked in his cheery way. "Well, come another time if it won't bore you!"
"Oh, it isn't that!" said Dinah, and her flush deepened. "I—I would love to come. Only—" She glanced round at an elderly couple who had just come out, and stopped.
"I'm going down to the village with my letters," said Scott. "Will you come too?"
She welcomed the idea. "Oh yes, I should like to. It's such a glorious morning again, isn't it? It's a shame not to go out."
"Sure you're not wanting to skate?" he questioned.