"Are you a friend of Scott's?
I am very pleased to meet you," a hollow voice said.
A thin hand was extended to her, and as Dinah clasped it a sudden great pity surged through her, dispelling her doubt.

Something in her responded swiftly, even passionately, to the hunger of those eyes.

The moment's shock passed from her like a cloud.
"My sister Mrs.Everard," said Scott's voice at her shoulder.

"Isabel, this is Miss Bathurst of whom I was telling you." "You lent me your jewels," said Dinah, looking into the wasted face with a sympathy at her heart that was almost too poignant to be borne.

"Thank you so very, very much for them! It was so very kind of you to lend them to a total stranger like me." The strange eyes were gazing at her with a curious, growing interest.