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dance," she said, in her deep voice, "you may put me under lock and
key for good and all, for I shall be mad indeed."
"Don't be silly!" he said sharply.
She shrank as if at a blow, and on the instant very quietly Scott
intervened. "Isabel and I prefer to look on," he said, drawing her hand
gently through his arm. "I fancy it suits us both best."
His eyes met his brother's quick frown deliberately, with the utmost
steadiness, and for a few electric seconds there was undoubted tension
between them. Isabel was aware of it, and gripped the supporting arm
very closely.

Then with a shrug Eustace turned from the contest. "Oh, go your own
way! It's all one to me. You're one of the slow coaches that never get
anywhere."
Scott said nothing whatever. He smoked his cigarette without a sign of
perturbation. Save for a certain steeliness in his pale eyes, his
habitually placid expression remained unaltered.
He walked in silence for a few moments, then without effort began to
talk in a general strain of their journey of the previous day. Had Isabel
cared about the sleigh-ride? If so, they would go again one day.
She lighted up in response with an animation which she had not
displayed during the whole walk. Her eyes shone a little, as with a
far-off fire of gratitude.
"I should like it if you would, Stumpy," she said.
"Then we will certainly go," he said. "I should enjoy it very much."
Eustace came out of a somewhat sullen silence to throw a glance of
half-reluctant approval towards his brother. He plainly regarded Scott's
move as an achievement of some importance.
"Yes, go by all means!" he said. "Enjoy yourselves. That's all I ask."
Isabel's faint smile flitted across her tired face, but she said nothing.
Only as they reached and entered the hotel, she pressed Scott's hand for
a moment in both her own.
CHAPTER IV
THE MAGICIAN
"Well, Dinah, my dear, are you ready?"
Rose de Vigne, very slim and graceful, with her beautiful hair mounted
high above her white forehead and falling in a shower of golden

ringlets behind after the style of a hundred years ago, stood on the
threshold of Dinah's room, awaiting permission to enter. Her dress was
of palest green satin brocade, a genuine Court dress of a century old.
Her arms and neck gleamed with a snowy whiteness. She looked as if
she had just stepped out of an ancient picture.
There came an impatient cry from within the room. "Oh, come in!
Come in! I'm not nearly ready,--never shall be, I think. Where is
Yvonne? Couldn't she spare me a single moment?"
The beautiful lady entered with a smile. She could afford to smile,
being complete to the last detail and quite sure of taking the ballroom
by storm. She found Dinah scurrying barefooted about the room with
her hair in a loose bunch on her neck, her attire of the scantiest
description, her expression one of wild desperation.
"I've lost my stockings. Where can they be? I know I had them this
morning. Can Yvonne have taken them by mistake? She put everything
ready for me,--or said she had."
The bed was littered with articles of clothing all flung together in
hopeless confusion. Rose came forward. "Surely Yvonne didn't leave
your things like this?" she said.
"No. I've been hunting through everything for the stockings. Where can
they be? I shall have to go without them, that's all."
"My dear child, they can't be far away. You had better get on with your
hair while I look for them. I am afraid you will not be able to count on
any help from Yvonne to-night. She has only just finished dressing me,
and has gone now to help Mother. You know what that means."
"Oh, goodness, yes!" said Dinah. "I wish I'd never gone in for this
stupid fancy dress at all. I shall never be done."
Rose smiled in her indulgent way. She was always kind to Dinah.
"Well, I can help you for a few minutes. I can't think how you come to
be so late. I thought you came in long ago."

"Yes, but Billy wanted some buttons sewn on, and that hindered me."
Dinah was dragging at her hair with impatient fingers. "What a swell
you look, Rose! I'm sure no one will dare to ask you for any but square
dances."
"Do you think so, dear?" said Rose, looking at herself complacently in
the glass over Dinah's head.
Dinah made a sudden and hideous grimace. "Oh, drat my hair! I can't
do anything with it. I believe I shall cut it all off, put on just a pinafore,
and go as a piccaninny."
"That sounds a