"As I intimated just now, you'll be tired some day." He paused a moment and then he went on: "I don't know whether I had better not wait till then for something I want to say to you." "Ah, I can't advise you without knowing what it is.

But I'm horrid when I'm tired," Isabel added with due inconsequence.
"I don't believe that.

You're angry, sometimes--that I can believe, though I've never seen it.

But I'm sure you're never 'cross.'" "Not even when I lose my temper ?" "You don't lose it--you find it, and that must be beautiful." Osmond spoke with a noble earnestness.

"They must be great moments to see." "If I could only find it now!" Isabel nervously cried.
"I'm not afraid; I should fold my arms and admire you.