I've been in Turkey and Asia Minor; I came the other day from Athens."He managed not to be awkward, but he wasn't easy, and after a longer look at the girl he came down to nature."Do you wish me to leave you, or will you let me stay a little?"She took it all humanely."I don't wish you to leave me, Lord Warburton; I'm very glad to see you.""Thank you for saying that.May I sit down?"The fluted shaft on which she had taken her seat would have afforded a resting-place to several persons, and there was plenty of room even for a highly-developed Englishman.This fine specimen of that great class seated himself near our young lady, and in the course of five minutes he had asked her several questions, taken rather at random and to which, as he put some of them twice over, he apparently somewhat missed catching the answer; had given her too some information about himself which was not wasted upon her calmer feminine sense.He repeated more than once that he had not expected to meet her, and it was evident that the encounter touched him in a way that would have made preparation advisable.He began abruptly to pass from the impunity of things to their solemnity, and from their being delightful to their being impossible.He was splendidly sunburnt; even his multitudinous beard had been burnished by the fire of Asia.He was dressed in the loose-fitting, heterogeneous garments in which the English traveller in foreign lands is wont to consult his comfort and affirm his nationality; and with his pleasant steady eyes, his bronzed complexion, fresh beneath its seasoning, his manly figure, his minimizing manner and his general air of being a gentleman and an explorer, he was such a representative of the British race as need not in any clime have been disavowed by those who have a kindness for it.Isabel noted these things and was glad she had always liked him.He had kept, evidently in spite of shocks, every one of his merits- these properties partaking of the essence of great decent houses, as one might put it; resembling their innermost fixtures and ornaments, not subject to vulgar shifting and removable only by some whole break-up.They talked of the matters naturally in order; her uncle's death, Ralph's state of health, the way she had passed her winter, her visit to Rome, her return to Florence, her plans for the summer, the hotel she was staying at; and then of Lord Warburton's own adventures, movements, intentions, impressions and present domicile.At last there was a silence, and it said so much more than either had said that it scarce needed his final words."I've written to you several times.""Written to me? I've never had your letters.""I never sent them.I burned them up."
"Ah," laughed Isabel, "it was better that you should do that than I!""I thought you wouldn't care for them," he went on with a simplicity that touched her."It seemed to me that after all I had no right to trouble you with letters.""I should have been very glad to have news of you.You know how Ihoped that- that-" But she stopped; there would be such a flatness in the utterance of her thought.
"I know what you're going to say.You hoped we should always remain good friends." This formula, as Lord Warburton uttered it, was certainly flat enough; but then he was interested in making it appear so.
She found herself reduced simply to "Please don't talk of all that";a speech which hardly struck her as improvement on the other.
"It's a small consolation to allow me!" her companion exclaimed with force.
"I can't pretend to console you," said the girl, who, all still as she sat there, threw herself back with a sort of inward triumph on the answer that had satisfied him so little six months before.He was pleasant, he was powerful, he was gallant; there was no better man than he.But her answer remained.
"It's very well you don't try to console me; it wouldn't be in your power," she heard him say through the medium of her strange elation.
"I hoped we should meet again, because I had no fear you would attempt to make me feel I had wronged you.But when you do that- the pain's greater than the pleasure." And she got up with a small conscious majesty, looking for her companions.
"I don't want to make you feel that; of course I can't say that.Ionly just want you to know one or two things- in fairness to myself, as it were.I won't return to the subject again.I felt very strongly what I expressed to you last year; I couldn't think of anything else.I tried to forget- energetically, systematically.Itried to take an interest in somebody else.I tell you this because I want you to know I did my duty.I didn't succeed.It was for the same purpose I went abroad- as far away as possible.They say travelling distracts the mind, but it didn't distract mine.I've thought of you perpetually, ever since I last saw you.I'm exactly the same.I love you just as much, and everything I said to you then is just as true.This instant at which I speak to you shows me again exactly how, to my great misfortune, you just insuperably charm me.
There- I can't say less.I don't mean, however, to insist; it's only for a moment.I may add that when I came upon you a few minutes since, without the smallest idea of seeing you, I was, upon my honour, in the very act of wishing I knew where you were." He had recovered his self-control, and while he spoke it became complete.He might have been addressing a small committee- making all quietly and clearly a statement of importance; aided by an occasional look at a paper of notes concealed in his hat, which he had not again put on.And the committee, assuredly, would have felt the point proved.
"I've often thought of you, Lord Warburton," Isabel answered."You may be sure I shall always do that." And she added in a tone of which she tried to keep up the kindness and keep down the meaning:
