But all the same I can't help feeling that you're running a grave risk." "Marriage is always a grave risk, and his risk's as grave as mine." "That's his affair! If he's afraid, let him back out.

I wish to God he would." Isabel reclined in her chair, folding her arms and gazing a while at her cousin.

"I don't think I understand you," she said at last coldly.

"I don't know what you're talking about." "I believed you'd marry a man of more importance." Cold, I say, her tone had been, but at this a colour like a flame leaped into her face.

"Of more importance to whom?
It seems to me enough that one's husband should be of importance to one's self!" Ralph blushed as well; his attitude embarrassed him.