I would do that because I love you. But
what will my life be here, if they who are your friends turn their
backs upon me? What will your life be, if, through all that, you
continued to love me?'
'That will all come right.'
'And what will your life be, or mine,' she said, going on with her
own thoughts without seeming to have heard his last words, 'if in
such a condition as that you did not continue to love me?'
'I should always love you.'
'It might be very hard:--and if once felt to be hard, then
impossible. You have not looked at it as I have done. Why should
you? Even with a wife that was a trouble to you--'
'Oh, Isabel!'
His arm was now round her waist, but she continued speaking as
though she were not aware of the embrace. 'Yes, a trouble! I
shall not be always just what I am now. Now I can be bright and
pretty and hold my own with others because I am so. But are you
sure,--I am not,--that I am such stuff as an English lady should be
made of? If in ten years' time you found that others did not
think so,--that, worse again, you did not think so yourself, would
you be true to me then?'
'I will always be true to you.
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