“I don’t think he can have been ready,” said Pansy.
“It would appear so if he had been sure he’d succeed.”
“If he had been sure? Then he wasn’t ready!”
Isabel thought this rather sharp; she also got up and stood a moment looking into the fire. “Lord Warburton has shown you great attention,” she resumed; “of course you know it’s of him I speak.” She found herself, against her expectation, almost placed in the position of justifying herself; which led her to introduce this nobleman more crudely than she had intended.
“He has been very kind to me, and I like him very much. But if you mean that he’ll propose for me I think you’re mistaken.”
“Perhaps I am. But your father would like it extremely.”
Pansy shook her head with a little wise smile. “Lord Warburton won’t propose simply to please papa.”
“Your father would like you to encourage him,” Isabel went on mechanically.
“How can I encourage him?”
“I don’t know. Your father must tell you that.”