"But you can carry out a purpose. What are you thinking of doing now?"
"Upon my honour, Mabel, that is unfair."
"Are we not friends?"
"I think so."
"Dear friends?"
"I hope so."
"Then may I not tell you what I think? If you do not mean to marry that American young lady you should not raise false hopes."
"False—hopes!" He had hopes, but he had never thought that Isabel could have any.
"False hopes;—certainly. Do you not know that everyone was looking at you last night?"
"Certainly not."