He looked at her a moment; then he turned away. “I thought you were very fond of my daughter.”
“I’ve never been more so than to-day.”
“Your affection is attended with immense limitations. However, that perhaps is natural.”
“Is this all you wished to say to me?” Isabel asked, taking a candle that stood on one of the tables.
“Are you satisfied? Am I sufficiently disappointed?”
“I don’t think that on the whole you’re disappointed. You’ve had another opportunity to try to stupefy me.”
“It’s not that. It’s proved that Pansy can aim high.”
“Poor little Pansy!” said Isabel as she turned away with her candle.