"
"I don't wonder at it," he returned. Then he added with
inconsequence:
"You'll come to England, won't you?"
"I think we had better not."
"Ah, you owe me a visit. Don't you remember that you were to have
come to Lockleigh once, and you never did?"
"Everything's changed since then," said Isabel.
"Not changed for the worse, surely-as far as we're concerned. To see
you under my roof"-and he hung fire but an instant-"would be a great
satisfaction."
She had feared an explanation; but that was the only one that
occurred. They talked a little of Ralph, and in another moment Pansy
came in, already dressed for dinner and with a little red spot in
either cheek. She shook hands with Lord Warburton and stood looking up
into his face with a fixed smile-a smile that Isabel knew, though
his lordship probably never suspected it, to be near akin to a burst
of tears.
"I'm going away," he said. "I want to bid you good-bye."
"Good-bye, Lord Warburton." Her voice perceptibly trembled.
"And I want to tell you how much I wish you may be very happy."
"Thank you, Lord Warburton," Pansy answered.
He lingered a moment and gave a glance at Isabel.
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