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Lord Warburton had asked leave to bid good-bye to Pansy, but neither Isabel nor Osmond had made any motion to send for her. He had the air of giving out that his visit must be short; he sat on a small chair, as if it were only for a moment, keeping his hat in his hand. But he stayed and stayed; Isabel wondered what he was waiting for. She believed it was not to see Pansy; she had an impression that on the whole he would rather not see Pansy. It was of course to see herself alonehe had something to say to her. Isabel had no great wish to hear it, for she was afraid it would be an explanation, and she could perfectly dispense with explanations. Osmond, however, presently got up, like a man of good taste to whom it had occurred that so inveterate a visitor might wish to say just the last word of all to the ladies. Ive a letter to write before dinner, he said; you must excuse me. Ill see if my daughters disengaged, and if she is she shall know youre here. Of course when you come to Rome youll always look us up. Mrs Osmond will talk to you about the English expedition: she decides all those things. The nod with which, instead of a hand-shake, he wound up this little speech was perhaps rather a meagre form of salutation; but on the whole it was all the occasion demanded, Isabel reflected that after he left the room Lord Warburton would have no pretext for saying, Your husbands very angry; which would have been extremely disagreeable to her. Nevertheless, if he had done so, she would have said: Oh, dont be anxious. He doesnt hate you: its me that he hates! It was only when they had been left alone together that her friend showed a certain vague awkwardnesssitting down in another chair, handling two or three of the objects that were near him. I hope hell make Miss Osmond come, he presently remarked. I want very much to see her. Im glad its the last time, said Isabel. So am I. She doesnt care for me. No, she doesnt care for you. I dont wonder at it, he returned. Then he added with inconsequence: Youll come to England, wont you? I think we had better not. Ah, you owe me a visit. Dont you remember that you were to have come to Lockleigh once, and you never did? Everythings changed since then, said Isabel. Not changed for the worse, surelyas far as were concerned. To see you under my roofand he hung fire but an instantwould be a great satisfaction. She had feared an explanation; but that was the only one that occurred. They talked a little of Ralph, and in another moment Pansy came in, already dressed for dinner and with a little red spot in either cheek. She shook hands with Lord Warburton and stood looking up into his face with a fixed smilea smile that Isabel knew, though his lordship probably never suspected it, to be near akin to a burst of tears. Im going away, he said. I want to bid you good-bye. Good-bye, Lord Warburton. Her voice perceptibly trembled. And I want to tell you how much I wish you may be very happy. Thank you, Lord Warburton, Pansy answered. |
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