VOLUME II
46. CHAPTER XLVI
Lord Warburton was not seen in Mrs. Osmond's drawing-room for
several days, and Isabel couldn't fail to observe that her
husband said nothing to her about having received a letter from
him. She couldn't fail to observe, either, that Osmond was in a
state of expectancy and that, though it was not agreeable to him
to betray it, he thought their distinguished friend kept him
waiting quite too long. At the end of four days he alluded to his
absence.
"What has become of Warburton? What does he mean by treating one
like a tradesman with a bill?"
"I know nothing about him," Isabel said. "I saw him last Friday
at the German ball. He told me then that he meant to write to
you."
"He has never written to me."
"So I supposed, from your not having told me."
"He's an odd fish," said Osmond comprehensively. And on Isabel's
making no rejoinder he went on to enquire whether it took his
lordship five days to indite a letter. "Does he form his words
with such difficulty?"
"I don't know," Isabel was reduced to replying. "I've never had a
letter from him."
"Never had a letter? I had an idea that you were at one time in
intimate correspondence."
She answered that this had not been the case, and let the
conversation drop. On the morrow, however, coming into the
drawing-room late in the afternoon, her husband took it up again.
"When Lord Warburton told you of his intention of writing what
did you say to him?" he asked.
She just faltered. "I think I told him not to forget it.
"Did you believe there was a danger of that?"
"As you say, he's an odd fish."
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