"Ah, Lord Warburton, how little you know me!" Isabel said very gently.

Gently too she drew her hand away.
"Don't taunt me with that; that I don't know you better makes me unhappy enough already; it's all my loss.

But that's what I want, and it seems to me I'm taking the best way.

If you'll be my wife, then I shall know you, and when I tell you all the good I think of you you'll not be able to say it's from ignorance." "If you know me little I know you even less," said Isabel.
"You mean that, unlike yourself, I may not improve on acquaintance?
Ah, of course that's very possible.

But think, to speak to you as I do, how determined I must be to try and give satisfaction! You do like me rather, don't you ?" "I like you very much, Lord Warburton," she answered; and at this moment she liked him immensely.
"I thank you for saying that; it shows you don't regard me as a stranger.