Caspar watched her with intense interest. “Is he an Englishman?”
“He’s an English nobleman,” said Isabel.
Her visitor received this announcement at first in silence, but at last said: “I’m glad he’s disappointed.”
“Well then, as you have companions in misfortune, make the best of it.”
“I don’t call him a companion,” said Casper grimly.
“Why not—since I declined his offer absolutely?”
“That doesn’t make him my companion. Besides, he’s an Englishman.”
“And pray isn’t an Englishman a human being?” Isabel asked.
“Oh, those people? They’re not of my humanity, and I don’t care what becomes of them.”
“You’re very angry,” said the girl. “We’ve discussed this matter quite enough.”