VOLUME I
13. CHAPTER XIII
(continued)
"You're more satiric than ever, but I advise you not to laugh at
Mr. Goodwood."
"I assure you I'm very serious; you ought to understand that,"
said Ralph.
In a moment his companion understood it. "I believe you are;
now you're too serious."
"You're difficult to please."
"Oh, you're very serious indeed. You won't invite Mr. Goodwood."
"I don't know," said Ralph. "I'm capable of strange things. Tell
me a little about Mr. Goodwood. What's he like?"
"He's just the opposite of you. He's at the head of a
cotton-factory; a very fine one."
"Has he pleasant manners?" asked Ralph.
"Splendid manners--in the American style."
"Would he be an agreeable member of our little circle?"
"I don't think he'd care much about our little circle. He'd
concentrate on Isabel."
"And how would my cousin like that?"
"Very possibly not at all. But it will be good for her. It will
call back her thoughts."
"Call them back--from where?"
"From foreign parts and other unnatural places. Three months
ago she gave Mr. Goodwood every reason to suppose he was
acceptable to her, and it's not worthy of Isabel to go back on a
real friend simply because she has changed the scene. I've
changed the scene too, and the effect of it has been to make me
care more for my old associations than ever. It's my belief that
the sooner Isabel changes it back again the better. I know her
well enough to know that she would never be truly happy over
here, and I wish her to form some strong American tie that will
act as a preservative."
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