Sir Eustace had gone ski-ing with Captain Brent, and the only glimpse she had of him was a very far one, so far that she knew him only by the magnificence of his physique as he descended the mountain-side as one borne upon wings.
She recalled the brief conversation that the brothers had held in her hearing the night before, and marvelled at the memory of Scott's attitude towards him.
"He isn't a bit afraid of him," she reflected.

"In fact he behaves exactly as if he were the bigger of the two." This phenomenon puzzled her very considerably, for Scott was wholly lacking in the pomposity that characterizes many little men.

She wondered what had been the subject of their discussion.

It had been connected with Isabel, she felt sure.

She was glad to think that she had Scott to protect her, for there was something of tyranny about the elder brother from which she shrank instinctively, his magnetism notwithstanding, and the thought of poor, tragic Isabel being coerced by it was intolerable.
The memory of the latter's resolution to make the acquaintance of the de Vignes recurred to her as she and Billy returned for luncheon.