“Do you mean you accept what others propose?”
“Very willingly, for the most part.”
“That’s a good thing to know. I shall propose to you something.”
“It will be very kind. I must say, however, that I’ve in a few small ways a certain initiative. I should like for instance to introduce you to some of these people.”
“Oh, please don’t; I prefer sitting here. Unless it be to that young lady in the blue dress. She has a charming face.”
“The one talking to the rosy young man? That’s my husband’s daughter.”
“Lucky man, your husband. What a dear little maid!”
“You must make her acquaintance.”
“In a moment—with pleasure. I like looking at her from here.” He ceased to look at her, however, very soon; his eyes constantly reverted to Mrs. Osmond. “Do you know I was wrong just now in saying you had changed?” he presently went on. “You seem to me, after all, very much the same.”
“And yet I find it a great change to be married,” said Isabel with mild gaiety.