I say I hate him and he hates me, and that's why he is sending you away.

Well, I hope you won't find anyone to contaminate you in Switzerland." "Oh! Isobel, Isobel," he broke out, "don't be so bitter, especially as it is of no use.

Besides after all you have got everything that a girl can have--money and position and looks----" "Looks!" she exclaimed, seizing on the last word, "when you know I am as ugly as a toad." He stared at her.
"I don't know it; I think you beautiful." "Wait till you see someone else and you will change your mind," she snapped, flushing.
"And you are going to come out," he went on hastily.
"Yes, at a fancy ball in this Plantagenet lady's dress, but I almost wish I was--to go out instead--like her." "And I daresay you will soon be married," he blurted, losing his head for she bewildered him.
"Married! Oh! you idiot.

Do you know what marriage means--to a woman?
Married! I can bear no more of this.

Goodbye," and turning she walked, or rather ran into the darkness, leaving him amazed and alone.
This was the last time that Godfrey spoke with Isobel for a long while.
Next morning he received a note addressed in her clear and peculiar writing, which from the angular formation of the letters and their regularity, at a distance looked not unlike a sheet of figures.
It was short and ran:-- Dear Old Godfrey,--Don't be vexed with me because I was so cross this evening.