der the circumstances. It is kind of you to be pleased. But
now once more to your affairs. They are more pressing than mine just now.
It may interest you to know that Scott--although under Isabel's will he
is made absolutely independent of me--is willing to live at the Dower
House, if that arrangement meets with your approval."

"Of course--I shall love it," Dinah said.

"I am glad of that, for it will be a great help to me to have him there.
You will be able to have Billy to stay with you in the holidays and roam
about as you like. Scott is making all sorts of plans. I am going to
settle the place on him as a wedding-present."

"Oh, Eustace! How kind! What a lovely gift!"

Sir Eustace smiled at her. "I am giving him more than that, Dinah. I am
giving him his wife and--the wedding-ring." The irony was uppermost
again, but it held no sting. "It will fit no other hand but yours, and it
will serve to keep you in constant remembrance of your good luck. I can
hear him coming up the path. Aren't you going to meet him?"

She sprang up like a startled fawn. "Oh, I can't--I can't meet him yet,"
she said desperately.

There was a curious glint in Eustace's eyes as he watched her, a flash of
mockery that came and went.

"What?" he said. "Do you want me to help you to run away from him now?"

She looked at him quickly, and in a moment her hesitation was gone.

"Oh, no!" she said. "No!" and with a little breathless sound that might
have been a tremor of laughter, she fled away from him out into the
evening sunshine to meet her lover.

CHAPTER XXIX

THE SEVENTH HEAVEN

They were married in the early morning at the little old church that had
nestled for centuries among its trees in the village on the cliff. The
absolute simplicity of the service deprived it of all terrors for Dinah.
Standing with Scott in the glow of sunlight that smote full upon them
through the mellow east window, she could not feel afraid. The whole
world was so bright, so full of joy.

"Do you think Isabel can see us now?" she whispered to him, as they rose
together from kneeling before the altar.

He did not answer her in words, but his pale eyes were shining with that
steadfast light of the spirit which she had come to know. She wished she
could have knelt there by his side a little longer. They seemed to be so
near to the Gates of Heaven.

But they were not alone, and they could not linger. Sir Eustace who had
given her away, Biddy who