"I should think so. Can't you see that it does?"
"You look rather horrid, Paul, I must say, on those occasions."
"And I feel horrid too. Yet I am a reasonable man, and I can see that you had a right to try this dodge two or three times, just to prove to yourself that I really cared; but what beats me is why you keep on doing it, when you are as certain that I love you as you are that I am sitting here. It is like vaccinating a baby every week, just to torture the creature."
"Oh! Paul, I don't do it every week; only once in three weeks at most."
Paul smiled. "Couldn't you make the experiments 'like angels' visits, few and far between'? Say once in six weeks now?"
"You forgive me each time, however often I do it; I've noticed that."
"Oh! I should forgive you till seventy times seven, but that doesn't make it any the pleasanter for me."
"Poor old boy!" whispered Isabel tenderly.
"By the way," said Paul, "I want you to come with me to see my people. You have not seen them yet, and I want to show them what a prize I have been lucky enough to win. Will you come to Chayford with me next week?"
"Yes, if you want me to. I will do anything you want, Paul, always."