She was far too dear to him to be easily renounced, and he had crossed the sea all to wring from her some scrap of a vow.

Presently she left the window and stood again before him.

"You do me very little justice--after my telling you what I told you just now.

I'm sorry I told you--since it matters so little to you." "Ah," cried the young man, "if you were thinking of ME when you did it!" And then he paused with the fear that she might contradict so happy a thought.
"I was thinking of you a little," said Isabel.
"A little?
I don't understand.

If the knowledge of what I feel for you had any weight with you at all, calling it a 'little' is a poor account of it." Isabel shook her head as if to carry off a blunder.