I'm a good deal like Henrietta.

The other day when I asked her if she wished to marry she said: 'Not till I've seen Europe!' I too don't wish to marry till I've seen Europe." "You evidently expect a crowned head will be struck with you." "No, that would be worse than marrying Lord Warburton.

But it's getting very dark," Isabel continued, "and I must go home." She rose from her place, but Ralph only sat still and looked at her.

As he remained there she stopped, and they exchanged a gaze that was full on either side, but especially on Ralph's, of utterances too vague for words.
"You've answered my question," he said at last.

"You've told me what I wanted.