"
"He has a genius for upholstery," said Isabel.
"There's a great rage for that sort of thing now. But you must
have a taste of your own."
"I enjoy things when they're done, but I've no ideas. I can never
propose anything."
"Do you mean you accept what others propose?"
"Very willingly, for the most part."
"That's a good thing to know. I shall propose to you something."
"It will be very kind. I must say, however, that I've in a few small
ways a certain initiative. I should like for instance to introduce you
to some of these people."
"Oh, please don't; I prefer sitting here. Unless it be to that young
lady in the blue dress. She has a charming face."
"The one talking to the rosy young man? That's my husband's
daughter."
"Lucky man, your husband. What a dear little maid!
"You must make her acquaintance."
"In a moment-with pleasure. I like looking at her from here." He
ceased to look at her, however, very soon; his eyes constantly
reverted to Mrs. Osmond. "Do you know I was wrong just now in saying
you had changed?" he presently went on. "You seem to me, after all,
very much the same."
"And yet I find it a great change to be married," said Isabel with
mild gaiety.
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