He became so much excited at what he regarded as a scheme to get him out of the way, that he got up from the table and went out into the air to cool off.

He sat down on the unpainted piazza, and took up Gerald Massey's poems, of which he never tired, and read until the light failed.
And then came Isa Marlay out in the twilight and said she wanted to speak to him, and he got her a chair and listened while she spoke in a voice as full of harmony as her figure was full of gracefulness.

I have said that Isabel was not a beauty, and yet such was the influence of her form, her rhythmical movement, and her sweet, rich voice, that Charlton thought she was handsome, and when she sat down and talked to him, he found himself vibrating, as a sensitive nature will, under the influence of grace or beauty.
"Don't you think, Mr.Charlton, that you would better take your mother's suggestion, and go to your cousin's?
You'll excuse me for speaking about what does not concern me ?" Charlton would have excused her for almost anything she might have said in the way of advice or censure, for in spite of all his determination that it should not be, her presence was very pleasant to him.
"Certainly I have no objection to receive advice, Miss Marlay; but have you joined the other side ?" "I don't know what you mean by the other side, Mr.Charlton.I don't belong to any side.

I think all quarreling is unpleasant, and I hate it.
I don't think anything you say makes any change in Uncle Plausaby, while it does make your mother unhappy." "So you think, Miss Isabel, that I ought to go away from Wheat County and not throw my influence on the side of right in this contest, because my mother is unhappy ?" Albert spoke with some warmth.
"I did not say so.

I think that a useless struggle, which makes your mother unhappy, ought to be given over.