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I really havent an idea. As I say, I dont marry for my friends. He went on, making no exclamation, no comment, only asking questions, doing it quite without delicacy. Who and what then is Mr Gilbert Osmond? Who and what? Nobody and nothing but a very good and very honourable man. Hes not in business, said Isabel. Hes not rich; hes not known for anything in particular. She disliked Mr Goodwoods questions, but she said to herself that she owed it to him to satisfy him as far as possible. The satisfaction poor Caspar exhibited was, however, small; he sat very upright, gazing at her. Where does he come from? Where does he belong? She had never been so little pleased with the way he said belawng. He comes from nowhere. He has spent most of his life in Italy. You said in your letter he was American. Hasnt he a native place? Yes, but he has forgotten it. He left it as a small boy. Has he never gone back? Why should he go back? Isabel asked, flushing all defensively. He has no profession. He might have gone back for his pleasure. Doesnt he like the United States? He doesnt know them. Then hes very quiet and very simplehe contents himself with Italy. With Italy and with you, said Mr Goodwood with gloomy plainness and no appearance of trying to make an epigram. What has he ever done? he added abruptly. That I should marry him? Nothing at all, Isabel replied while her patience helped itself by turning a little to hardness. If he had done great things would you forgive me any better? Give me up, Mr Goodwood; Im marrying a perfect nonentity. Dont try to take an interest in him. You cant. I cant appreciate him; thats what you mean. And you dont mean in the least that hes a perfect nonentity. You think hes grand, you think hes great, though no one else thinks so. Isabels colour deepened; she felt this really acute of her companion, and it was certainly a proof of the aid that passion might render perceptions she had never taken for fine. Why do you always come back to what others think? I cant discuss Mr Osmond with you. Of course not, said Caspar reasonably. And he sat there with his air of stiff helplessness, as if not only this were true, but there were nothing else that they might discuss. You see how little you gain, she accordingly broke outhow little comfort or satisfaction I can give you. I didnt expect you to give me much. I dont understand then why you came. I came because I wanted to see you once moreeven just as you are. I appreciate that; but if you had waited a while, sooner or later we should have been sure to meet, and our meeting would have been pleasanter for each of us than this. Waited till after youre married? Thats just what I didnt want to do. Youll be different then. |
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