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God bless you! said Gilbert Osmond, taking the hand which she failed to surrender. After which he added: If we meet again youll find me as you leave me. If we dont I shall be so all the same, Thank you very much. Good-bye. There was something quietly firm about Isabels visitor; he might go of his own movement, but wouldnt be dismissed. Theres one thing more. I havent asked anything of younot even a thought in the future; you must do me that justice. But theres a little service I should like to ask. I shall not return home for several days; Romes delightful, and its a good place for a man in my state of mind. Oh, I know youre sorry to leave it; but youre right to do what your aunt wishes. She doesnt even wish it! Isabel broke out strangely. Osmond was apparently on the point of saying something that would match these words, but he changed his mind and rejoined simply: Ah well, its proper you should go with her, very proper. Do everything thats proper; I go in for that. Excuse my being so patronizing. You say you dont know me, but when you do youll discover what a worship I have for propriety. Youre not conventional? Isabel gravely asked. I like the way you utter that word! No, Im not conventional: Im convention itself. You dont understand that? And he paused a moment, smiling. I should like to explain it. Then with a sudden, quick, bright naturalness, Do come back again, he pleaded. There are so many things we might talk about. She stood there with lowered eyes. What service did you speak of just now? Go and see my little daughter before you leave Florence. Shes alone at the villa; I decided not to send her to my sister, who hasnt at all my ideas. Tell her she must love her poor father very much, said Gilbert Osmond gently. It will be a great pleasure to me to go, Isabel answered. Ill tell her what you say. Once more good- bye. On this he took a rapid, respectful leave. When he had gone she stood a moment looking about her and seated herself slowly and with an air of deliberation. She sat there till her companions came back, with folded hands, gazing at the ugly carpet. Her agitationfor it had not diminishedwas very still, very deep. What had happened was something that for a week past her imagination had been going forward to meet; but here, when it came, she stoppedthat sublime principle somehow broke down. The working of this young ladys spirit was strange, and I can only give it to you as I see it, not hoping to make it seem altogether natural. Her imagination, as I say, now hung back: there was a last vague space it couldnt crossa dusky, uncertain tract which looked ambiguous and even slightly treacherous, like a moorland seen in the winter twilight. But she was to cross it yet. |
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