"You really ought not to abuse him, for he admires you most tremendously."
Isabel shrugged her shoulders. "I know he does; men of that age always do. I shouldn't be surprised if you admired me when you are as old as Lord Wrexham."
"I shouldn't, either," said Paul.
"I think I should rather like it if you did."
"Should you? then I'll try. I always try to do what you want, you know, however difficult it may be."
Isabel laughed. "I am fond of admiration," she said.
"So I should have supposed."
"But I'm not one of those tiresome, exacting women, who are always longing to be first with everybody. I can't stand the sort of women who suffer from what they call 'heart-hunger'. Can you?"
"They are pretty bad," agreed Paul.
"But I'm not like that, am I?"