I'm affected by everything." "By everything but Mr.Goodwood!" Miss Stackpole exclaimed with a slightly harsh hilarity.
Isabel failed even to smile back and in a moment she said: "Did he ask you to speak to me ?" "Not in so many words.

But his eyes asked it--and his handshake, when he bade me good-bye." "Thank you for doing so." And Isabel turned away.
"Yes, you're changed; you've got new ideas over here," her friend continued.
"I hope so," said Isabel; "one should get as many new ideas as possible." "Yes; but they shouldn't interfere with the old ones when the old ones have been the right ones." Isabel turned about again.

"If you mean that I had any idea with regard to Mr.Goodwood--!" But she faltered before her friend's implacable glitter.
"My dear child, you certainly encouraged him." Isabel made for the moment as if to deny this charge; instead of which, however, she presently answered: "It's very true.

I did encourage him." And then she asked if her companion had learned from Mr.Goodwood what he intended to do.

It was a concession to her curiosity, for she disliked discussing the subject and found Henrietta wanting in delicacy.
"I asked him, and he said he meant to do nothing," Miss Stackpole answered.