That Lord Warburton should continue to cherish her image seemed to her more than a noble humility or an enlightened pride ought to wish to reckon with.

She had so definitely undertaken to preserve no record of what had passed between them that a corresponding effort on his own part would be eminently just.

This was not, as it may seem, merely a theory tinged with sarcasm.

Isabel candidly believed that his lordship would, in the usual phrase, get over his disappointment.

He had been deeply affected--this she believed, and she was still capable of deriving pleasure from the belief; but it was absurd that a man both so intelligent and so honourably dealt with should cultivate a scar out of proportion to any wound.