“But you have told me that many, many times before,” she observed.
“I am never tired of telling you, Isoline.”
“Perhaps I am tired of hearing it.”
“But you can’t really hate it, or you would not come,” he replied without tact.
“Do not be too sure. You cannot even guess what made me come to-day.”
“Tell me.”
It always pleased Isoline to see how completely she could work upon Rhys; the very name of another man on her lips was poison to him. Also she was really perturbed herself and felt that sympathy would be supporting.
“I have been very much disturbed,” she began; “a gentleman has asked me to marry him.”
Rhys felt as if some one had taken up an arrow and shot it straight into his heart. The stab was almost physical.