I'm sure all we've got to do," said Mrs. Ludlow, "is to
give her a chance."
"A chance for what?"
"A chance to develop."
"Oh, Moses!" Edmund Ludlow exclaimed. "I hope she isn't going to
develop any more!"
"If I were not sure you only said that for argument I should feel
very badly," his wife replied. "But you know you love her."
"Do you know I love you?" the young man said, jocosely, to Isabel
a little later, while he brushed his hat.
"I'm sure I don't care whether you do or not!" exclaimed the girl;
whose voice and smile, however, were less haughty than her words.
"Oh, she feels so grand since Mrs. Touchett's visit," said her
sister.
But Isabel challenged this assertion with a good deal of
seriousness. "You must not say that, Lily. I don't feel grand at all."
"I'm sure there's no harm," said the conciliatory Lily.
"Ah, but there's nothing in Mrs. Touchett's visit to make one feel
grand."
"Oh," exclaimed Ludlow, "she's grander than ever!"
"Whenever I feel grand," said the girl, "it will be for a better
reason."
Whether she felt grand or no, she at any rate felt different, felt
as if something had happened to her.
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