Dinah rose nervously to receive the new-comer—­a tall, thin man, elderly, with a grave, intellectual face and courteous manner, who looked at her with a gleam of surprise as he took her shyly proffered hand.

“It is a great privilege to meet you,” he said then, and Dinah perceived at once that he had prepared that remark for someone much more imposing than herself, and had not time to readjust it.

She thanked him, and he sat down at Scott’s invitation and fell into a troubled silence.

Sir Eustace was looking decidedly formidable, and it was not difficult to see that he had just given an unqualified refusal to his visitor’s earnest request.

It was Scott as usual who came to the rescue, breaking through the Vicar’s abstraction to ask for details concerning certain additions that were being made to the Cottage Hospital.  He drew Dinah also into the conversation, taking it for granted that she would be interested; and presently Mr. Grey brightened somewhat, launching into what was evidently a favourite topic.

“We are hoping,” he said, “that the new wing will be completed by the end of June, and it is expected that the Parish Council will request Lady Studley to be good enough to declare it open.”

He looked at Dinah with the words, and she realized their significance with a sharp shock.  “Oh, do you mean me?” she said.  “I don’t think I could.”

“It wouldn’t be a very difficult business,” said Scott reassuringly.

“Oh, I couldn’t!” she said.  “Why—­why, there would be crowds of people, wouldn’t there?”

“I hope to get a few of the County,” said Mr. Grey, “to support you.”

“That makes it worse,” said Dinah.

Scott laughed.  “Eustace and I will come too and take care of you.  You see, the Lady of the Manor has to do these tiresome things.”

“Oh!  I’ll come if you want me,” said Dinah.  “But I’ve never done anything like that before and I can’t think what the County will say.  You see, I don’t belong.”

“Snap your fingers in its face, and it won’t bite you!” said Eustace.  “You will belong by that time.”

Mr. Grey smiled a very kindly smile that had in it a touch of compassion.  He said nothing, but in a few minutes he rose to take his leave, and then, with Dinah’s hand held for a moment in his, he said in a low voice, “I wish I might enlist your sympathy on behalf of one of my parishioners.  His wife is dying of cancer, and he is to be sent to gaol for poaching.”

“Oh!” Dinah exclaimed in distress.

She looked quickly across at her fiance, and saw that his brow was dark.

He said nothing whatever, and she went to him impulsively.  “Eustace, must you send him to prison?”

He looked at her for a second, then turned, without responding, to the Vicar.  “That was a very unnecessary move on your part, sir,” he said icily.  “I have told you my decision in the matter, and there it must rest.  Justice is justice.”