But love has nothing to do with good reasons."
"I don't agree with you. I'm delighted to have good reasons."
"Of course you are. If you were really in love you wouldn't care a
straw for them."
"Ah, really in love-really in love!" Lord Warburton exclaimed,
folding his arms, leaning back his head and stretching himself a
little. "You must remember that I'm forty-two years old. I won't
pretend I'm as I once "Well, if you're sure," said Isabel, "it's all
right."
He answered nothing; he sat there, with his head back, looking
before him. Abruptly, however, he changed his position; he turned
quickly to his friend. "Why are you so unwilling, so sceptical?"
She met his eyes, and for a moment they looked straight at each
other. If she wished to be satisfied she saw something that
satisfied her; she saw in his expression the gleam of an idea that she
was uneasy on her own account-that she was perhaps even in fear. It
showed a suspicion, not a hope, but such as it was it told her what
she wanted to know. Not for an instant should he suspect her of
detecting in his proposal of marrying her stepdaughter an
implication of increased nearness to herself, or of thinking it, on
such a betrayal, ominous.
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