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.