nothing against him. But all the same I can't help feeling that you are running a risk."
"Marriage is always a risk, and his risk is as great as mine."
"That's his affair! If he is afraid, let him recede; I wish he would."
Isabel leaned back in her chair, folded her arms, and gazed a while at her cousin.
"I don't think I understand you," she said at last, coldly. "I don't know what you are talking about."
"I thought you would marry a man of more importance."
Cold, I say, her tone had been, but at this a colour like a flame leaped into her face.
"Of more importance to whom? It seems to me enough that one's husband should be important to one's self!"
Ralph blushed as well; his attitude embarrassed him. Physically speaking, he proceeded to change it; he straightened himself, then leaned forward, resting a hand on each knee. He fixed his eyes on the ground; he had an air of the most respectful deliberation.
"I will tell you in a moment what I mean," he presently said. He felt agitated, intensely eager; now that he had opened the discussion he wished to discharge his mind. But he wished also to be superlatively gentle.
Isabel waited a little, and then she went on, with majesty.
"In everything that makes one care for people, Mr. Osmond is pre-eminent. There may be nobler natures, but I have never had the pleasure of meeting one. Mr. Osmond is the best I know; he is important enough for me."
"I had a sort of vision of your future," Ralph said, without answering this; "I amused myself with planning out a kind of
