Yes, the three
months are over. And now what have you got to say?' He put down
his cue, stretched out his arms as though he were going to take
her and hold her to his heart. 'No;--no, not that,' she said
laughing. 'But if you will speak, I will hear you.'
'You know what I said before. Will you love me, Isabel?'
'And you know what I said before. Do they know you love me? Does
your father know it, and your sister? Why did they ask me to come
here?'
'Nobody knows it. But say that you love me, and everyone shall
know it at once. Yes, one person knows it. Why did you mention
Lady Mabel's name? She knows it.'
'Did you tell her?'
'Yes, I went again to Killancodlem after you were gone, and then I
told her.'
'But why her? Come, Lord Silverbridge. You are straightforward
with me, and I will be the same with you. You have told Lady
Mabel. I have told Lady Mary.'
'My sister!'
'Yes;--your sister. And I am sure she disapproves it. She did not
say so; but I am sure it is so. and then she told me something.'
'What did she tell you?'
'Has there ever been reason to think that you intended to offer
your hand to Lady Mabel Grex?'
'Did she tell you so?'
'You should answer my question, Lord Silverbridge.
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