She felt
much inclined to ask him to remove them. She didn't do so, however;
she only said to him, after a minute, with her own raised:
"Please let me understand."
"Understand what?"
"You told me ten days ago that you'd like to marry my stepdaughter.
You've not forgotten it!"
"Forgotten it? I wrote to Mr. Osmond about it this morning."
"Ah," said Isabel, "he didn't mention to me that he had heard from
you."
Lord Warburton stammered a little. "I-I didn't send my letter."
"Perhaps you forgot that."
"No, I wasn't satisfied with it. It's an awkward sort of letter to
write, you know. But I shall send it to-night."
"At three o'clock in the morning?"
"I mean later, in the course of the day."
"Very good. You still wish then to marry her?"
"Very much indeed."
"Aren't you afraid that you'll bore her?" And as her companion
stared at this enquiry Isabel added: "If she can't dance with you
for half an hour how will she be able to dance with you for life?"
"Ah," said Lord Warburton readily, "I'll let her dance with other
people! About the cotillion, the fact is I thought that you-that you-"
"That I would do it with you? I told you I'd do nothing.
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