'
'I am sure I don't know, Lord Silverbridge. Isabel is most used to
having her own way I guess. I think when hearts are joined almost
nothing ought to stand between them. But Mr Boncassen does have
doubts. He don't wish Isabel should force herself anywhere. But
here she is, and now she can speak for herself.' Whereupon not
only did Isabel enter the room, but at the same time Mrs Boncassen
most discreetly left it. It must be confessed that American
mothers are not afraid of their daughters.
Silverbridge, when the door was closed, stood looking at the girl
for a moment and thought that she was more lovely than ever. She
was dressed for walking. She still had on her fur jacket, but had
taken off her hat. 'I was in the parlour downstairs,' she said,
'when you came in, with papa; and we were going out together; but
when I heard who was here, I made him go alone. Was I not good?'
He had not thought of a word to say, or a thing to do;--but he felt
as he looked at her that the only thing in the world worth living
for, was to have her for his own.
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