"But you know you love her." "Do you know I love you ?" the young man said, jocosely, to Isabel a little later, while he brushed his hat.
"I'm sure I don't care whether you do or not!" exclaimed the girl; whose voice and smile, however, were less haughty than her words.
"Oh, she feels so grand since Mrs.Touchett's visit," said her sister.
But Isabel challenged this assertion with a good deal of seriousness.
"You must not say that, Lily.

I don't feel grand at all." "I'm sure there's no harm," said the conciliatory Lily.
"Ah, but there's nothing in Mrs.Touchett's visit to make one feel grand." "Oh," exclaimed Ludlow, "she's grander than ever!" "Whenever I feel grand," said the girl, "it will be for a better reason." Whether she felt grand or no, she at any rate felt different, as if something had happened to her.

Left to herself for the evening she sat a while under the lamp, her hands empty, her usual avocations unheeded.
Then she rose and moved about the room, and from one room to another, preferring the places where the vague lamplight expired.

She was restless and even agitated; at moments she trembled a little.

The importance of what had happened was out of proportion to its appearance; there had really been a change in her life.