When I wrote to you from Liverpool I said I had something particular to tell you.

You've never asked me what it is.

Is it because you've suspected ?" "Suspected what?
As a rule I don't think I suspect," said Isabel.
"I remember now that phrase in your letter, but I confess I had forgotten it.

What have you to tell me ?" Henrietta looked disappointed, and her steady gaze betrayed it.
"You don't ask that right--as if you thought it important.

You're changed--you're thinking of other things." "Tell me what you mean, and I'll think of that." "Will you really think of it?
That's what I wish to be sure of." "I've not much control of my thoughts, but I'll do my best," said Isabel.