"I am not offended—but unhappy."
"If you are unhappy, what must I be? What have I to look forward to? Give me your hand, and say that we are friends."
"Certainly we are friends," he said, as he gave her his hand.
"Who can tell what may come to pass?" To this he would make no answer, as it seemed to imply that some division between himself and Isabel Boncassen might possibly come to pass. "You will not tell any one that I love you?"
"I tell such a thing as that!"
"But never forget it yourself. No one can tell what may come to pass."
Lady Mabel at once went up to her room. She had played her scene, but was well aware that she had played it altogether unsuccessfully.