I wish to be free even to do that if the fancy takes me." "Well then," he said slowly, "I'll go home." And he put out his hand, trying to look contented and confident.
Isabel's confidence in him, however, was greater than any he could feel in her.

Not that he thought her capable of committing an atrocity; but, turn it over as he would, there was something ominous in the way she reserved her option.

As she took his hand she felt a great respect for him; she knew how much he cared for her and she thought him magnanimous.
They stood so for a moment, looking at each other, united by a hand-clasp which was not merely passive on her side.

"That's right," she said very kindly, almost tenderly.

"You'll lose nothing by being a reasonable man." "But I'll come back, wherever you are, two years hence," he returned with characteristic grimness.
We have seen that our young lady was inconsequent, and at this she suddenly changed her note.