"You will never do that," Dinah said and smiled with quivering lips. "You are good to me. Oh, you are good! But--but--"
"But what?" he questioned gently.
"He may refuse to set me free," she said desperately. "What then?"
"My dear, no one is married by force now-a-days," he said.
Her face changed as a sudden memory swept across her. "And my mother! My mother!" she said.
"Don't you think we had better deal with one difficulty at a time?" suggested Scott.
His hand sought hers, he drew her to her feet.
And, as one having no choice, she submitted and went with him.
It was still raining, but the heaviest of the shower was over. A gleam of sunshine lit the distance as they went, and a faint, faint ray of hope dawned in Dinah's heart at the sight. Though her deliverance was yet to be achieved, though she dreaded unspeakably that which lay before her, at least the door was open, could she but reach it to pass through. She breathed a purer air already. And beside her stood Greatheart the valiant, covering her with his shield of gold.