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Lord Warburton stammered a little. II didnt send my letter. Perhaps you forgot that. No, I wasnt satisfied with it. Its an awkward sort of letter to write, you know. But I shall send it to- night. At three oclock in the morning? I mean later, in the course of the day. Very good. You still wish then to marry her? Very much indeed. Arent you afraid that youll bore her? And as her companion stared at this enquiry Isabel added: If she cant dance with you for half an hour how will she be able to dance with you for life? Ah, said Lord Warburton readily, Ill let her dance with other people! About the cotillion, the fact is I thought that youthat you That I would do it with you? I told you Id do nothing. Exactly; so that while its going on I might find some quiet corner where we may sit down and talk. Oh, said Isabel gravely, youre much too considerate of me. When the cotillion came Pansy was found to have engaged herself, thinking, in perfect humility, that Lord Warburton had no intentions. Isabel recommended him to seek another partner, but he assured her that he would dance with no one but herself. As, however, she had, in spite of the remonstrances of her hostess, declined other invitations on the ground that she was not dancing at all, it was not possible for her to make an exception in Lord Warburtons favour. After all I dont care to dance, he said; its a barbarous amusement: Id much rather talk. And he intimated that he had discovered exactly the corner he had been looking fora quiet nook in one of the smaller rooms, where the music would come to them faintly and not interfere with conversation. Isabel had decided to let him carry out his idea; she wished to be satisfied. She wandered away from the ball-room with him, though she knew her husband desired she should not lose sight of his daughter. It was with his daughters prétendant,2 however; that would make it right for Osmond. On her way out of the ball-room she came upon Edward Rosier, who was standing in a doorway, with folded arms, looking at the dance in the attitude of a young man without illusions. She stopped a moment and asked him if he were not dancing. Certainly not, if I cant dance with her! he answered. You had better go away then, said Isabel with the manner of good counsel. I shall not go till she does! And he let Lord Warburton pass without giving him a look. This nobleman, however, had noticed the melancholy youth, and he asked Isabel who her dismal friend was, remarking that he had seen him somewhere before. Its the young man Ive told you about, whos in love with Pansy. Ah yes, I remember. He looks rather bad. He has reason. My husband wont listen to him. |
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