You're the woman." Isabel had thus far made several attempts to interrupt him, without success.

But, when Hardyman's confession attained its culminating point, she insisted on being heard.
"If you will excuse me, sir," she interposed gravely, "I think I had better go back to the cottage.

My aunt is a stranger here, and she doesn't know where to look for us." "We don't want your aunt," Hardyman remarked, in his most positive manner.
"We do want her," Isabel rejoined.

"I won't venture to say it's wrong in you, Mr.Hardyman, to talk to me as you have just done, but I am quite sure it's very wrong of me to listen." He looked at her with such unaffected surprise and distress that she stopped, on the point of leaving him, and tried to make herself better understood.
"I had no intention of offending you, sir," she said, a little confusedly.

"I only wanted to remind you that there are some things which a gentleman in your position--" She stopped, tried to finish the sentence, failed, and began another.