“That isn’t all,” Isabel said with conviction.  “There is more than that.  It hangs over her like a cloud.  It weighs her down.”

“She hasn’t confided in me,” he said.

“Ah!  But perhaps she will,” Isabel’s eyes still dwelt upon him with a great tenderness.  “Stumpy,” she murmured under her breath, “forgive me for asking!  I must ask!  Stumpy, why don’t you win her for yourself, dear?  The way is open.  I know—­I know you can.”

He moved again, moved with a gesture of protest.  “You are mistaken, Isabel,” he said.  “The way is not open.”  He spoke wearily.  He was looking straight before him.  “If I were to attempt what you suggest,” he said slowly, “I should deprive her of the only friend to whom she can turn with any confidence besides yourself.  She trusts me now implicitly.  She believes my friendship for her to be absolutely simple and disinterested.  And I would rather die than fail her.”

“Then you think she doesn’t care?” Isabel said.

Scott turned his eyes upon her.  “Personally, I came to that conclusion long ago,” he said.  “No woman could ever hang a serious romance around me, Isabel.  I am not the right sort.  If Dinah imagined for a moment that I were capable of making love in the ordinary way, our friendship would go to the bottom forthwith.  No, my dear; put the thought out of your mind!  The Stumpys of this world must be resigned to go unpaired.  They must content themselves with the outer husk.  It’s that or nothing.”

Isabel’s smile was full of tenderness.  “You talk as one who knows,” she said.  “But I wonder if you do.”

“Oh yes,” Scott said.  “I’ve learned my lesson.  I’ve been given an ordinary soul in an extraordinary body, and I’ve got to make the best of it.  You can’t ignore the body, you know, Isabel.  It plays a mighty big part in this mortal life.  The idea of any woman falling in love with me in my present human tenement is ridiculous, and I have put it out of my mind for good.”

Isabel’s eyes were shining.  She clasped his hand closer.  “I think you are quite wrong, Stumpy dear,” she said.  “If your soul matched your body, then there might be something in your argument.  But it doesn’t.  And—­if you don’t mind my saying so—­your soul is far the most extraordinary part of your personality.  Little Dinah found out long ago that you were—­greathearted.”

Scott smiled a little.  “Oh yes, I know she views me through a magnifying-glass and reveres me accordingly.  Hence our friendship.  But, my dear, that isn’t being in love.  I believe that somewhere there is a shadowy person whom she cherishes in the very inner secrecy of her heart.  Who he is or what he is, I don’t know.  He is probably something very different from the dream-being she worships.  We all are.  But I feel that he is there.  Probably I have never met the actual man.  I have only seen his shadow and that by inadvertence.  I once penetrated the secret chamber for one moment only, and then I was driven forth and the door securely locked.  I am not good at trespassing, you know, for all my greatness.  I have never been near the secret chamber since.”