VOLUME II
43. CHAPTER XLIII
(continued)
After Pansy had been led away, she found Lord Warburton drawing
near her again. She rested her eyes on him steadily; she wished
she could sound his thoughts. But he had no appearance of
confusion. "She has promised to dance with me later," he said.
"I'm glad of that. I suppose you've engaged her for the cotillion."
At this he looked a little awkward. "No, I didn't ask her for
that. It's a quadrille."
"Ah, you're not clever!" said Isabel almost angrily. "I told her
to keep the cotillion in case you should ask for it."
"Poor little maid, fancy that!" And Lord Warburton laughed
frankly. "Of course I will if you like."
"If I like? Oh, if you dance with her only because I like it--!"
"I'm afraid I bore her. She seems to have a lot of young fellows
on her book."
Isabel dropped her eyes, reflecting rapidly; Lord Warburton stood
there looking at her and she felt his eyes on her face. 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."
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