I did
encourage him." And then she asked if her companion had learned from
Mr. Goodwood what he intended to do. It was a concession to her
curiosity, for she disliked discussing the subject and found Henrietta
wanting in delicacy.
"I asked him, and he said he meant to do nothing," Miss Stackpole
answered. "But I don't believe that; he's not a man to do nothing.
He is a man of high, bold action. Whatever happens to him he'll always
do something, and whatever he does will always be right."
"I quite believe that." Henrietta might be wanting in delicacy,
but it touched the girl, all the same, to hear this declaration.
"Ah, you do care for him!" her visitor rang out.
"Whatever he does will always be right," Isabel repeated. "When a
man's of that infallible mould what does it matter to him what one
feels?"
"It may not matter to him, but it matters to one's self."
"Ah, what it matters to me- that's not what we're discussing,"
said Isabel with a cold smile.
This time her companion was grave. "Well, I don't care; you have
changed. You're not the girl you were a few short weeks ago, and Mr.
Goodwood will see it. I expect him here any day.
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