Scott took his hand from the door and moved slowly away. "I have put the whole case before you," he said. "I think you clearly understand that if you are going to try and use force, I am bound--as a friend--to take her part against you. She relies upon me for that, and--I shall not disappoint her. You see," a hint of compassion sounded in his voice, "she has always been afraid of you; and she knows that I am not."
Sir Eustace smiled cynically. "Oh, you have always been ready to rush in!" he said. "Doubtless your weakness is your strength."
Scott met the gibe with tightened lips. He made no attempt to reply to it. "The only thing left," he said quietly, "is for you to see her and hear what she has to say. She is waiting in the conservatory."
"She is waiting?" Eustace wheeled swiftly.
Scott was already half-way across the room. He strode forward, and intercepted him.
"You can go," he said curtly. "You have done your part. This business is mine, not yours."
Scott stood still. "I have promised to see her through," he said. "I must keep my promise."
Sir Eustace looked for a single instant as if he would strike him down; and then abruptly, inexplicably he gave way.
"Very well," he said. "Fetch her in!"