"Oh! yes, I shall. There is only one person in the world that I wish to do what I want, and she will do it in twenty minutes from now."
Isabel tossed her head. "Oh! dear no, she won't."
"Oh! dear yes, she will."
"How shall you make her?"
"I shall not make her; she will do what I wish her to do, partly because it is right, but chiefly because I wish it and she wishes to please me."
Isabel's face grew very red. "You are simply vile and detestable and altogether horrid!"
"I am quite aware of that, and therefore it is all the more wonderful that a woman who is simply delightful and brilliant and altogether charming should be ready to do as I wish."
Isabel shrugged her shoulders. "Nothing will induce me to go out this afternoon—nothing!"
Paul smiled and was silent.
Isabel stamped her foot. "I am not going to walk about London with a nasty disagreeable man, and I tell you so, once for all."