I am not overwhelmed," said Isabel, with rather a pale smile. "I am not too troubled to think. And I think that I am glad we are separating—that I leave Rome to-morrow."
"Of course I don't agree with you there. "
"I don't know you," said Isabel, abruptly; and then she coloured, as she heard herself saying what she had said almost a year before to Lord Warburton.
"If you were not going away you would know me better."
"I shall do that some other time."
"I hope so. I am very easy to know."
"No, no," said the girl, with a flash of bright eagerness; "there you are not sincere. You are not easy to know; no one could be less so."
"Well," Osmond answered, with a laugh, "I said that because I know myself. That may be a boast, but I do."
"Very likely; but you are very wise."
"So are you, Miss Archer!" Osmond exclaimed.
"I don't feel so just now. Still, I am wise enough to think you had better go. Good night."
"God bless you!" said Gilbert Osmond, taking the hand which she failed to surrender to him. And then in a moment he added, "If we meet again, you will find me as you leave me. If we don't, I shall be so, all the same."
"Thank you very much. Good-bye."
There was something quietly firm about Isabel's visitor; he might go of his own movement, but he would not be dismissed. "There is one thing more," he said. "I haven't asked anything of you—not even a thought in the future; you must do me that justice. But there is a little service I should like to ask. I shall not return home for several days; Rome is delightful, and it is a good place for a man in my state of mind. Oh, I know
