Isabel's courage had made Isabel dearer to her than ever.

She sank into a chair, and covered her face with her handkerchief.

Mr.Troy turned aside abruptly, and examined a Japanese vase, without any idea in his mind of what he was looking at.

Lady Lydiard had gravely misjudged him in believing him to be a heartless man.
Isabel followed the lawyer, and touched him gently on the arm to rouse his attention.
"I have one relation living, sir--an aunt--who will receive me if I go to her," she said simply.

"Is there any harm in my going?
Lady Lydiard will give you the address when you want me.