"You know she cannot be a judge of what is best—just now."
"I think she can judge of herself better than any—outsider!"
Vickers flushed, controlled himself, and said almost humbly:—
"I know you care for her, Tom. We both do. So I thought we might discuss it amicably."
"This doesn't seem to me a discussable matter."
"But anything that concerns one I love as I do Isabelle must be discussable in some way."
"Your sister told me about her talk with you this morning…. You did your best then, it seems. If you couldn't succeed in changing her mind,—what do you expect from me?"
"That you will be generous! … There are some things that Isabelle can't see straight just now. She doesn't know herself, altogether."
"I should think that her husband—"
"Can't you feel his position? His lips are closed by his pride, by his love!"