Besides, he's an Englishman."
"And pray isn't an Englishman a human being?" Isabel asked.
"Oh, those people? They're not of my humanity, and I don't care what
becomes of them."
"You're very angry," said the girl. "We've discussed this matter
quite enough."
"Oh yes, I'm very angry. I plead guilty to that!"
She turned away from him, walked to the open window and stood a
moment looking into the dusky void of the street, where a turbid
gaslight alone represented social animation. For some time neither
of these young persons spoke; Caspar lingered near the chimney-piece
with eyes gloomily attached. She had virtually requested him to go- he
knew that; but at the risk of making himself odious he kept his
ground. She was too nursed a need to be easily renounced, and he had
crossed the sea all to wring from her some scrap of a vow. Presently
she left the window and stood again before him. "You do me very little
justice- after my telling you what I told you just now. I'm sorry I
told you- since it matters so little to you."
"Ah," cried the young man, "if you were thinking of me when you
did it!" And then he paused with the fear that she might contradict so
happy a thought.
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