"Oh, please!" protested Scott. "I didn't!"
She laughed. "That just shows how kind you are. It doesn't make me feel the least bit better. I was a cat. There! Oh, your brother is calling you. I think I'll go."
She blushed very deeply and quickened her steps. Sir Eustace had come to the edge of the rink.
"Stumpy!" he called. "Stumpy!"
"How dare he call you that?" said Dinah. "I can't think how you can put up with it."
Scott raised his shoulders slightly, philosophically. "Doesn't the cap fit?" he said.
"Not a bit," Dinah declared with emphasis. "I have another name for you that suits you far better."
"Oh! What is that?" he looked at her with smiling curiosity.
Dinah's blush deepened from carmine to crimson. "I call you--Mr. Greatheart," she said, her voice very low. "Because you help everybody."
A gleam of surprise crossed his face. He flushed also; but she saw that though embarrassed, he was not displeased.
He put a hand to his cap. "Thank you, Miss Bathurst," he said simply, and turned without further words to answer his brother's summons.
Dinah walked quickly on. That stroll with Scott had quite lifted her out of her depression.