"Isabel!" he cried, reproachfully.
"Oh, I know," she retorted, and the tears began to come.

"I don't wonder you didn't want to say much to me about that dinner at breakfast.

I noticed it; but I thought you were just dull, and so I didn't insist.

I wish I had, now.

If you had told me what Lindau had said, I should have known what would have come of it, and I could have advised you--" "Would you have advised me," March demanded, curiously, "to submit to bullying like that, and meekly consent to commit an act of cruelty against a man who had once been such a friend to me ?" "It was an unlucky day when you met him.