VOLUME II
38. CHAPTER XXXVIII
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"You must make her acquaintance."
"In a moment--with pleasure. I like looking at her from here." He
ceased to look at her, however, very soon; his eyes constantly
reverted to Mrs. Osmond. "Do you know I was wrong just now in
saying you had changed?" he presently went on. "You seem to me,
after all, very much the same."
"And yet I find it a great change to be married," said Isabel
with mild gaiety.
"It affects most people more than it has affected you. You see I
haven't gone in for that."
"It rather surprises me."
"You ought to understand it, Mrs. Osmond. But I do want to
marry," he added more simply.
"It ought to be very easy," Isabel said, rising--after which she
reflected, with a pang perhaps too visible, that she was hardly
the person to say this. It was perhaps because Lord Warburton
divined the pang that he generously forbore to call her attention
to her not having contributed then to the facility.
Edward Rosier had meanwhile seated himself on an ottoman beside
Pansy's tea-table. He pretended at first to talk to her about
trifles, and she asked him who was the new gentleman conversing
with her stepmother.
"He's an English lord," said Rosier. "I don't know more."
"I wonder if he'll have some tea. The English are so fond of
tea."
"Never mind that; I've something particular to say to you."
"Don't speak so loud every one will hear," said Pansy.
"They won't hear if you continue to look that way: as if your
only thought in life was the wish the kettle would boil."
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