"Look here!" continued Bobby; "when he comes into a room does it seem to you as if the place was full of pink light, and the band was playing 'God save the Queen' outside?"
"Yes, yes, it feels just like that," assented Isabel eagerly.
"Then if you've got to that stage, you mustn't let him go; there is only one course open to you. When you feel like that, you can't of course be sure that you'll be happy with that particular person; but you may be certain that you'll be utterly miserable without him."
"There is my next partner searching for me," said Isabel, rising from her seat. "Thank you, Bobby; how you have helped me!"
A few days after Lady Wallingford's ball, Lady Esdaile called upon her sister-in-law.
"My dear Caroline," she began, "is it true that Isabel has engaged herself to that young Seaton?"
"Perfectly true," replied Lady Farley with a sigh.
"How funny of her! He isn't at all well off; but Isabel has got her own money, so that won't matter as much as it might if she hadn't anything; though I can't help feeling it is a poor match for a girl who has been run after as much as Isabel."
"Isabel is old enough to please herself."
"Of course she is, Caroline; I'd been married for ages and ages when I was as old as Isabel. But please don't think I'm saying anything against Mr. Seaton, because I'm not. He is a dear man, and no one knows how adorable he was once when Dick was ill. I was always confusing the gargle with the medicine, and wanting to give the dear boy the wrong one by mistake; but Mr. Seaton never once mistook them for each other. Wasn't it awfully clever of him?"