"Then the same principle applies to a woman. But do you mean to tell me you never think about your feelings?" asked Isabel.
"No; I feel them, and that is enough for me."
"That is very tame!"
"You see," explained Lord Wrexham, "I have so many other things to think about. An estate like this requires a good deal of management, and I am so anxious to do my duty by all my tenants and workpeople."
"Do you get really interested in the people about the place, and want to know what they are all thinking and feeling and caring about?"
"Of course not, my dear young lady; but I want them to be comfortable and prosperous, and to regard me as a satisfactory landowner."
They walked on in silence for a short time, and then Isabel said: "Isn't it funny how some people make everything into a treat by just being there?"
"I don't quite understand what you mean, my dearest."
"Don't you know how the mere presence of some people will turn a stuffy little parlour into a fairy palace, and a dusty street into a byway of Paradise?"
"Surely that is somewhat extravagant language," replied Lord Wrexham, "of course I know that some sorts of society are much more congenial than others, but everybody can see that."