"Well—perhaps—after all, that is safer than—"
"Not safer to have him driven off, if they care for one another."
"Dolly may care for him."
"I have an idea that he cares for Dolly; only his is such a curious temperament."
"Proud as a pikestaff."
"No, no, not proud. At least, if he is, it is the sort of pride which always looks to its owner like humility. He would never give in knowingly to pride. There's any amount of shyness, and if once he has a serious check—"
"Oh, well, I shall have to explain to Emmeline that Dolly's manner is all my fault."
"Issy, don't! No, on no account! What are you thinking of?" exclaimed the dismayed Margot. "Fancy Dolly's position, if it came to Edred's ears. Dear old Issy, don't you see—you only have to let things alone? If ever you had had a love affair yourself—"
"Which happily I never had!" asserted Isabel, as if congratulating herself on escape from an epidemic.
"No, I know; but if you had, you would understand. Issy dear, do pray make up your mind not to breathe a word to anybody. Things will settle themselves one way or another. All we have to do is not to interfere. If Dolly went to you for advice, then of course—"