CHAPTER X.
THE HOUSE OF BONDAGE Dinah ran swiftly down the corridor to her own room.
As a matter of fact, she had intruded upon the Colonel and Lady Grace in the secret hope of finding a propitious moment for once again pressing her request to be allowed to accept Scott's invitation to tea.

Her failure to do so added fuel to the flame, arousing in her an almost irresistible impulse to rebel openly.
The fear of consequences alone restrained her, for to be escorted home in disgrace after only a week in this Alpine paradise was more than she could face.

All her life the dread of her mother's wrath had overhung Dinah like a cloud, sometimes near, sometimes distant, but always present.

She had been brought up to fear her from her cradle.

All through her childhood her punishments had been bitterly severe.