This conviction passed into his mind with extreme rapidity; it
was perhaps kindled by the pure radiance of the young lady's
imperturbable gaze. He returned this challenge a moment,
consciously, resisting an inclination to frown as one frowns in the
presence of larger luminaries. "Who's the gentleman you speak of?"
"Mr. Caspar Goodwood- of Boston. He has been extremely attentive
to Isabel- just as devoted to her as he can live. He has followed
her out here and he's at present in London. I don't know his
address, but I guess I can obtain it."
"I've never heard of him," said Ralph.
"Well, I suppose you haven't heard of every one. I don't believe
he has ever heard of you; but that's no reason why Isabel shouldn't
marry him."
Ralph gave a mild ambiguous laugh. "What a rage you have for
marrying people! Do you remember how you wanted to marry me the
other day?"
"I've got over that. You don't know how to take such ideas. Mr.
Goodwood does, however; and that's what I like about him. He's a
splendid man and a perfect gentleman, and Isabel knows it."
"Is she very fond of him?"
"If she isn't she ought to be. He's simply wrapped up in her.
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