It was as though she had declared to him
that it was he who ought to be her husband. It referred back to
that proffer of love which he had once made to her. Of course all
this was disagreeable. Of course it made things difficult for him.
But not the less was it a thing quite assured that he would press
his suit to Miss Boncassen. When he was talking to Mrs Boncassen
he was thinking of nothing else. When he was offering Isabel the
glass of sherry he was telling himself that he would find his
opportunity on the morrow,--though, now, at this moment, it was
impossible that he should make a sign. She, as she went to bed,
asked herself whether it was possible that there should be such
treachery;--whether it were possible that he should pass it all by
as though he had never said a word to her!
During the whole of the next day, which was Sunday, he was equally
silent. Immediately after breakfast, on the Monday, shooting
commenced, and he could not find a moment in which to speak. It
seemed to him that she purposely kept out of his way. With Mabel
he did find himself for a few moments alone, and was then
interrupted by his sister and Isabel.
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