"
"Faithless to my country then?"
"Ah, that I hope will never be. When I wrote to you from Liverpool I
said I had something particular to tell you. You've never asked me
what it is. Is it because you've suspected?"
"Suspected what? As a rule I don't think I suspect," said Isabel. "I
remember now that phrase in your letter, but I confess I had forgotten
it. What have you to tell me?"
Henrietta looked disappointed, and her steady gaze betrayed it. "You
don't ask that right- as if you thought it important. You're
changed- you're thinking of other things."
"Tell me what you mean, and I'll think of that."
"Will you really think of it? That's what I wish to be sure of."
"I've not much control of my thoughts, but I'll do my best," said
Isabel. Henrietta gazed at her, in silence, for a period which tried
Isabel's patience, so that our heroine added at last: "Do you mean
that you're going to be married?"
"Not till I've seen Europe!" said Miss Stackpole. "What are you
laughing at?" she went on. "What I mean is that Mr. Goodwood came
out in the steamer with me."
"Ah!" Isabel responded.
"You say that right. I had a good deal of talk with him; he has come
after you.
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