"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.