If you had been on your guard, however," Isabel asked, "what would you have done ?" "I should have said 'Wait a little longer.'" "Wait for what ?" "Well, for a little more light," said Ralph with rather an absurd smile, while his hands found their way into his pockets.
"Where should my light have come from?
From you ?" "I might have struck a spark or two." Isabel had drawn off her gloves; she smoothed them out as they lay upon her knee.

The mildness of this movement was accidental, for her expression was not conciliatory.

"You're beating about the bush, Ralph.
You wish to say you don't like Mr.Osmond, and yet you're afraid." "Willing to wound and yet afraid to strike?
I'm willing to wound HIM, yes--but not to wound you.

I'm afraid of you, not of him.

If you marry him it won't be a fortunate way for me to have spoken." "IF I marry him! Have you had any expectation of dissuading me ?" "Of course that seems to you too fatuous." "No," said Isabel after a little; "it seems to me too touching." "That's the same thing.