Dinah also sat absolutely still. If his words amazed her, she gave no sign. Only the wistfulness about her mouth deepened as she made answer below her breath. "It--is just like you to suggest such a thing; but--it is quite impossible."
He opened his eyes and looked at her very steadily and kindly. "Quite?" he said.
She bent her head, swiftly lowering her own. "Yes--thank you a million times--quite."
"Even if I promise never to make love to you?" he said, his voice half-quizzical, half-tender.
She put out a trembling hand and laid it on his arm. "Oh, Scott,--it--isn't that!"
He took the hand and held it. "My dear, don't cry!" he urged gently. "I knew you wouldn't have me really. I only thought I would just place myself completely at your disposal in case--some day--you might be willing to give me the chance to serve you in any capacity whatever. There! It is over. We are as we were--friends."
He smiled at her with the words, and after a moment stooped and lightly touched her fingers with his lips.
"Come!" he said gently. "I haven't frightened you anyway. Have I?"
"No," she whispered.
His hand clasped hers for a second or two longer, then quietly let it go. "Don't be distressed!" he said, "I will never do it again. I am now--and always--your trusty friend."
And with that he rose in his slow way, paused to light another cigarette, smiled again upon her, and softly went indoors.