By tacit consent, as he talked, they had walked more and more slowly, and at last they stopped and he took her hand. "Ah, Lord Warburton, how little you know me!" Isabel said very gently. Gently too she drew her hand away.
"Don＇t taunt me with that; that I don＇t know you better makes me unhappy enough already; it＇s all my loss. But that＇s what I want, and it seems to me I＇m taking the best way. If you＇ll be my wife, then I shall know you, and when I tell you all the good I think of you you＇ll not be able to say it＇s from ignorance."