Tell her she must love her poor father very much," said Gilbert Osmond gently.
"It will be a great pleasure to me to go," Isabel answered.

"I'll tell her what you say.

Once more good-bye." On this he took a rapid, respectful leave.

When he had gone she stood a moment looking about her and seated herself slowly and with an air of deliberation.

She sat there till her companions came back, with folded hands, gazing at the ugly carpet.