When he did so the sight of a
rosy, lovely eagerness in Isabel's face threw some confusion into
his attempt to analyze her words. "I'll go home- I'll go to-morrow-
I'll leave you alone," he brought out at last. "Only," he heavily
said, "I hate to lose sight of you!"
"Never fear. I shall do no harm."
"You'll marry some one else, as sure as I sit here," Caspar Goodwood
declared.
"Do you think that a generous charge?"
"Why not? Plenty of men will try to make you."
"I told you just now that I don't wish to marry and that I almost
certainly never shall."
"I know you did, and I like your 'almost certainly'! I put no
faith in what you say."
"Thank you very much. Do you accuse me of lying to shake you off?
You say very delicate things."
"Why should I not say that? You've given me no pledge of anything at
all."
"No, that's all that would be wanting!"
"You may perhaps even believe you're safe- from wishing to be. But
you're not," the young man went on as if preparing himself for the
worst.
"Very well then. We'll put it that I'm not safe. Have it as you
please."
"I don't know, however," said Caspar Goodwood, "that my keeping
you in sight would prevent it.
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