" "Incommoded": she heard herself saying that, and it
struck her as a ridiculous word. But it was what stupidly came to her.
"I remember perfectly. Of course you're surprised and startled.
But if it's nothing but that, it will pass away. And it will perhaps
leave something that I may not be ashamed of."
"I don't know what it may leave. You see at all events that I'm
not overwhelmed," said Isabel with rather a pale smile. "I'm not too
troubled to think. And I think that I'm glad we're separating- that
I leave Rome to-morrow."
"Of course I don't agree with you there."
"I don't at all know you," she added abruptly; and then she coloured
as she heard herself saying what she had said almost a year before
to Lord Warburton.
"If you were not going away you'd know me better."
"I shall do that some other time."
"I hope so. I'm very easy to know."
"No, no," she emphatically answered- "there you're not sincere.
You're not easy to know; no one could be less so."
"Well," he laughed, "I said that because I know myself. It may be
a boast, but I do."
"Very likely; but you're very wise."
"So are you, Miss Archer!" Osmond exclaimed.
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