"Who was the gentleman on the lawn when I arrived ?" "A county neighbour; he doesn't come very often." "I'm sorry for that; I liked him," said Isabel.
"Why, it seemed to me that you barely spoke to him," Ralph objected.
"Never mind, I like him all the same.

I like your father too, immensely." "You can't do better than that.

He's the dearest of the dear." "I'm so sorry he is ill," said Isabel.
"You must help me to nurse him; you ought to be a good nurse." "I don't think I am; I've been told I'm not; I'm said to have too many theories.

But you haven't told me about the ghost," she added.
Ralph, however, gave no heed to this observation.

"You like my father and you like Lord Warburton.