She was beginning to know Scott as one who would not hesitate to say exactly what he thought, and not for all she possessed in the world would she have had him know what had passed in that far corner of the rink so short a time before.
She chattered inconsequently upon ordinary topics as they ascended the stairs together, but when they reached the door of Isabel's sitting-room she became suddenly shy again.
"Hadn't I better run and take off my things ?" she whispered.

"I feel so untidy." He looked at her.

She was clad in the white woollen cap and coat that she had worn in the day.

Her eyes were alight and sparkling, her brown face flushed.

She looked the very incarnation of youth.
"I think she will like to see you as you are," said Scott.
He knocked upon the door three times as before, and in a moment opened it.
"Go in, won't you ?" he said, standing back.
Dinah entered.
"Ah! She has come!" A hollow voice said, and in a moment her shyness was gone.
She moved forward eagerly, saw Isabel seated in a low chair, and impulsively went to her.