To "do"-it hardly mattered what-would therefore be an escape,
perhaps in some degree a remedy. Besides, she wished to convince
herself that she had done everything possible to content her
husband; she was determined not to be haunted by visions of his wife's
limpness under appeal. It would please him greatly to see Pansy
married to an English nobleman, and justly please him, since this
nobleman was so sound a character. It seemed to Isabel that if she
could make it her duty to bring about such an event she should play
the part of a good wife. She wanted to be that; she wanted to be
able to believe sincerely, and with proof of it, that she had been
that. Then such an undertaking had other recommendations. It would
occupy her, and she desired occupation. It would even amuse her, and
if she could really amuse herself she perhaps might be saved.
Lastly, it would be a service to Lord Warburton, who evidently pleased
himself greatly with the charming girl. It was a little "weird" he
should-being what he was; but there was no accounting for such
impressions. Pansy might captivate any one-any one at least but Lord
Warburton. Isabel would have thought her too small, too slight,
perhaps even too artificial for that.
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