"
"You're not the judge. I can't trust you," said Isabel.
This declaration was unflattering, but Henrietta was much too
unselfish to heed the charge it conveyed; she cared only for what it
intimated with regard to her friend. "Isabel Archer," she observed
with equal abruptness and solemnity, "if you marry one of these people
I'll never speak to you again!"
"Before making so terrible a threat you had better wait till I'm
asked," Isabel replied. Never having said a word to Miss Stackpole
about Lord Warburton's overtures, she had now no impulse whatever to
justify herself to Henrietta by telling her that she had refused
that nobleman.
"Oh, you'll be asked quick enough, once you get off on the
Continent. Annie Climber was asked three times in Italy- poor plain
little Annie."
"Well, if Annie Climber wasn't captured why should I be?"
"I don't believe Annie was pressed; but you'll be."
"That's a flattering conviction," said Isabel without alarm.
"I don't flatter you, Isabel, I tell you the truth!" cried her
friend. "I hope you don't mean to tell me that you didn't give Mr.
Goodwood some hope."
"I don't see why I should tell you anything; as I said to you just
now, I can't trust you.
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