“Aye, of course, but not in the same way, I daresay!” She was searching for words, aware in a sudden flash of intuition that Scottie’s apparently quiet devotion to her went much deeper than she had realised. He was quite plainly jealous of her concern for Jason, and obviously meant her to know it. His brown eyes glowed with an expression she had never seen there before and his broad friendly face looked stern and distant. “Mebbe I’ve been wrong all along,” he suggested in a voice that had even more of a Scottish burr than usual. “I always thought it was me you came here to see. It seems I was mistaken.” “Oh, Scottie, of course you’re not mistaken!” She looked up at him anxiously. “I do come to see you,” she said. “You were the reason I came over again after the first time, you know that.” “Aye, I thought I knew that,” he said still in that flat, unfriendly voice. “But that was before you got on so well with Jason!” “But Jason likes to - to talk to me,”
