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loose. He walked without
awkwardness; there was even dignity in his carriage.
He bent to kiss the uplifted face. "Have you slept well, dear?"
Her arms reached up and clasped his neck. "Oh, Stumpy, yes! I have
had a lovely night. Basil has been with me. He has gone out now; but I
am going to look for him presently."
"Many happy returns of the day to ye, Master Scott!" put in Biddy
rather pointedly.
"Ah yes. It is your birthday. I had forgotten. Forgive me, Stumpy
darling! You know I wish you always the very, very best." The clinging
arms held him more closely,
"Thank you, Isabel." Scott's voice was as tired as his eyes, and yet it
had a certain quality of strength. "Of course it's a very important
occasion. How are we going to celebrate it?"
"I have a present for you somewhere. Biddy, where is it?" Isabel's voice
had a note of impatience in it.
"It's here, darlint! It's here!" Biddy bustled up to the bed with a parcel.
Isabel took it from her and turned to Scott. "It's only a silly old
cigarette-case, dear, but I thought of it all myself. How old are you now,

Stumpy?"
"I am thirty," he answered, smiling. "Thank you very much, dear. It's
just the thing I wanted--only too good!"
"As if anything could be too good for you!" his sister said tenderly.
"Has Eustace remembered?"
"Oh yes. Eustace has given me a saddle, but as he didn't think I should
want it here, it is to be presented when we get home again." He sat
down on the side of the bed, still inspecting the birthday offering.
"Haven't you had anything from anyone else?" Isabel asked, after a
moment.
He shook his head. "Who else is there to bother about a minnow like
me?"
"You're not a minnow, Scott. And didn't--didn't Basil give you
anything?"
Scott's tired eyes looked at her with a sudden fixity. He said nothing;
but a piteous look came into Isabel's face under his steady gaze, and she
dropped her own as if ashamed.
"Whisht, Master Scott darlint, for the Lord's sake, don't ye go upsetting
her!" warned Biddy in a sibilant whisper. "I had trouble enough last
night. If it hadn't been for the draught, she wouldn't have slept at all, at
all."
Scott did not look at her. "You should have called me," he said, and
leaning forward took his sister's hand. "Isabel, wouldn't you like to
come out and see the skaters? There is some wonderful luging going on
too."
She did not raise her eyes; her whole demeanour had changed. She
seemed to droop as if all animation had gone; "I don't know," she said
listlessly. "I think I would almost as soon stay here."

"Have your tay, darlint!" coaxed Biddy, on her other side.
"Eustace will be coming to look for you if you don't," said Scott.
She started at that, and gave a quick shiver. "Oh no, I don't want
Eustace! Don't let him come here, Stumpy, will you?"
"Shall I go and tell him you are coming then?" asked Scott, his eyes
still steadily watching her.
She nodded. "Yes, yes. But I don't want to be made. Basil never made
me do things."
Scott rose. "I will wait for you downstairs. Thank you, Biddy. Yes, I'll
drink that first. No tea in the world ever tastes like your brew."
"Get along with your blarney, Master Scott!" protested Biddy. "And
you and Sir Eustace mustn't tire Miss Isabel out. Remember, she's just
come a long journey, and it's not wonderful at all that she don't feel like
exerting herself."
A red fire of resentment smouldered in the old woman's eyes, but Scott
paid no attention to it. "You'd better get some sleep yourself, Biddy, if
you can," he said. "No more, thanks. You will be out in an hour then,
Isabel?"
"Perhaps," she said.
He paused, standing beside her. "If you are not out in an hour I shall
come and fetch you," he said.
She put forth an appealing hand like a child. "I will come out, Stumpy.
I will come out," she said tremulously.
He pressed the hand for a moment. "In an hour then, I want to show
you everything. There is plenty to be seen."
He turned to the door, looked back with a parting smile, and went out.

Isabel did not see the smile. She was staring moodily downwards with
eyes that only looked within.
CHAPTER II
THE LOOKER-ON
Down on the skating-rink below the hotel, a crowd of people were
making merry. The ice was in splendid condition. It sparkled in the sun
like a sheet of frosted glass, and over it the skaters glided with much
mirth and laughter.
Scott stood on the road