VOLUME II
38. CHAPTER XXXVIII
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Isabel answered with a quick laugh; the tone of his remark struck
her almost as the accent of comedy. "Do you suppose if I were not
I'd tell you?"
"Well, I don't know. I don't see why not."
"I do then. Fortunately, however, I'm very happy."
"You've got an awfully good house."
"Yes, it's very pleasant. But that's not my merit--it's my
husband's."
"You mean he has arranged it?"
"Yes, it was nothing when we came."
"He must be very clever."
"He has a genius for upholstery," said Isabel.
"There's a great rage for that sort of thing now. But you must
have a taste of your own."
"I enjoy things when they're done, but I've no ideas. I can never
propose anything."
"Do you mean you accept what others propose?"
"Very willingly, for the most part."
"That's a good thing to know. I shall propose to you something."
"It will be very kind. I must say, however, that I've in a few
small ways a certain initiative. I should like for instance to
introduce you to some of these people."
"Oh, please don't; I prefer sitting here. Unless it be to that
young lady in the blue dress. She has a charming face."
"The one talking to the rosy young man? That's my husband's
daughter."
"Lucky man, your husband. What a dear little maid!"
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