"Isabel and I prefer to look on," he said, drawing her hand gently through his arm.

"I fancy it suits us both best." His eyes met his brother's quick frown deliberately, with the utmost steadiness, and for a few electric seconds there was undoubted tension between them.

Isabel was aware of it, and gripped the supporting arm very closely.
Then with a shrug Eustace turned from the contest.

"Oh, go your own way! It's all one to me.

You're one of the slow coaches that never get anywhere." Scott said nothing whatever.