But he told me it was a neat refusal.

I was very sorry for him," Ralph repeated.
For some moments Isabel said nothing; then at last, "Do you know how often he had seen me ?" she enquired.

"Five or six times." "That's to your glory." "It's not for that I say it." "What then do you say it for.

Not to prove that poor Warburton's state of mind's superficial, because I'm pretty sure you don't think that." Isabel certainly was unable to say she thought it; but presently she said something else.

"If you've not been requested by Lord Warburton to argue with me, then you're doing it disinterestedly--or for the love of argument." "I've no wish to argue with you at all.