I am sure we understand each other; and I say no more." Hardyman listened to this long harangue with the immovable gravity which was part of his character--except when Isabel had taken him by surprise.
When her Ladyship gave him the opportunity of speaking on his side, he had very little to say, and that little did not suggest that he had greatly profited by what he had heard.

His mind had been full of Isabel when Lady Lydiard began, and it remained just as full of her, in just the same way, when Lady Lydiard had done.
"Yes," he remarked quietly, "Miss Isabel is an uncommonly nice girl, as you say.

Very pretty, and such frank, unaffected manners.

I don't deny that I feel an interest in her.

The young ladies one meets in society are not much to my taste.