For a moment he was half-
abashed. Then in the next she was close in his arms with his lips
pressed to hers. He had been so sudden that she had been unable,
at any rate thought that she had been unable to repress him. 'Lord
Silverbridge,' she said, 'I told you I would not have it. You have
offended me.'
'Isabel!'
'Yes; Isabel! Isabel is offended with you. Why did you do it?'
Why did he do it? It seemed to him to be the most unnecessary
question. 'I want you to know how I love you.'
'Will that tell me? That only tells me how little you think of
me.'
'Then it tells you a falsehood;--for I am thinking of you always.
And I always think of you as being the best and dearest and
sweetest thing in the world. And now I think you dearer and
sweeter than ever.' Upon this she tried to frown; but her frown
at once broke out into a smile. 'When I wrote to say that I was
coming why did you not stay at home for me this morning?'
'I got no letter, Lord Silverbridge.'
'Why didn't you get it?'
'That I cannot say, Lord Silverbridge.'
'Isabel, if you are so formal, you will kill me.
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