He walked slowly to the end of the gallery, staring at its contents and saying nothing; and then he suddenly broke out: "I hoped you wouldn't write to me that way." "It was the only way, Lord Warburton," said the girl.

"Do try and believe that." "If I could believe it of course I should let you alone.

But we can't believe by willing it; and I confess I don't understand.

I could understand your disliking me; that I could understand well.

But that you should admit you do--" "What have I admitted ?" Isabel interrupted, turning slightly pale.
"That you think me a good fellow; isn't that it ?" She said nothing, and he went on: "You don't seem to have any reason, and that gives me a sense of injustice." "I have a reason, Lord Warburton." She said it in a tone that made his heart contract.
"I should like very much to know it." "I'll tell you some day when there's more to show for it." "Excuse my saying that in the mean time I must doubt of it." "You make me very unhappy," said Isabel.
"I'm not sorry for that; it may help you to know how I feel.