VOLUME II
46. CHAPTER XLVI
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"That won't do; you told me he did. I don't know why you wanted
this particular satisfaction," Osmond continued; "you might have
taken some other. It doesn't seem to me that I've been
presumptuous--that I have taken too much for granted. I've been
very modest about it, very quiet. The idea didn't originate with
me. He began to show that he liked her before I ever thought of
it. I left it all to you."
"Yes, you were very glad to leave it to me. After this you must
attend to such things yourself."
He looked at her a moment; then he turned away. "I thought you
were very fond of my daughter."
"I've never been more so than to-day."
"Your affection is attended with immense limitations. However,
that perhaps is natural."
"Is this all you wished to say to me?" Isabel asked, taking a
candle that stood on one of the tables.
"Are you satisfied? Am I sufficiently disappointed?"
"I don't think that on the whole you're disappointed. You've had
another opportunity to try to stupefy me."
"It's not that. It's proved that Pansy can aim high."
"Poor little Pansy!" said Isabel as she turned away with her
candle.
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