"And you interfered?" breathed Dinah.
He nodded. "Yes, I told him it must be one thing or the other. I wanted you to be happy. But instead of helping you, I landed you in this mess."
Something in his tone touched her. She laid a small shy hand upon his knee. "It was--dear of you, Scott," she said very earnestly. "Thank you--ever so much--for what you did."
He put his hand on hers. "My dear, I would have given all I had to have undone it afterwards. It is very generous of you to take it like that. I have often wanted to kick myself since."
"Then you must never want to again," she said. "Do you know I'm so glad you've told me? It was so--fine of you--to do that for me. I'm sure you couldn't have wanted me for a sister-in-law even then."
"I wanted you to be happy," Scott reiterated.
She uttered a quick sigh. "Happiness isn't everything, is it?"
"Not everything, no," he said.
She grasped his hand hard. "I'm going to try to be good instead," she said. "Will you help me?"
He smiled at her somewhat sadly. "If you think my help worth having," he said.
"But of course it is," she made warm answer. "You are the strong man who helps everyone. You are--Greatheart."
He looked at her still smiling and slowly shook his head. "Now, if you don't mind," he said, "I will write my note to Isabel."