"
"If you know me little I know you even less," said Isabel.
"You mean that, unlike yourself, I may not improve on
acquaintance? Ah, of course that's very possible. But think, to
speak to you as I do, how determined I must be to try and give
satisfaction! You do like me rather, don't you?"
"I like you very much, Lord Warburton," she answered; and at this
moment she liked him immensely.
"I thank you for saying that; it shows you don't regard me as a
stranger. I really believe I've filled all the other relations of life
very creditably, and I don't see why I shouldn't fill this one- in
which I offer myself to you- seeing that I care so much more about it.
Ask the people who know me well; I've friends who'll speak for me."
"I don't need the recommendation of your friends," said Isabel.
"Ah now, that's delightful of you. You believe in me yourself."
"Completely," Isabel declared. She quite glowed there, inwardly,
with the pleasure of feeling she did.
The light in her companion's eyes turned into a smile, and he gave a
long exhalation of joy. "If you're mistaken, Miss Archer, let me
lose all I possess!"
She wondered whether he meant this for a reminder that he was
rich, and, on the instant, felt sure that he didn't.
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