He lingered a moment, and gave a glance at Isabel. "You ought to be very happy—you have got a guardian angel."
"I am sure I shall be happy," said Pansy, in the tone of a person whose certainties were always cheerful.
"Such a conviction as that will take you a great way. But if it should ever fail you, remember—remember—" and Lord Warburton stammered a little, "Think of me sometimes, you know," he said with a vague laugh. Then he shook hands with Isabel, in silence, and presently he was gone. When he had left the room Isabel expected an effusion of tears from her step-daughter; but Pansy in fact treated her to something very different.
"I think you are my guardian angel!" she exclaimed, very sweetly.
Isabel shook her head. "I am not an angel of any kind. I am at the most your good friend."
"You are a very good friend then—to have asked papa to be gentle with me."
"I have asked your father nothing," said Isabel, wondering.
"He told me just now to come to the drawing-room, and then he gave me a very kind kiss."
"Ah," said Isabel, "that was quite his own idea!"
She recognised the idea perfectly; it was very characteristic, and she was to see a great deal more of it. Even with Pansy, Osmond could not put himself the least in the wrong. They were dining out that day, and after their dinner they went to another entertainment; so that it was not till late in the evening that Isabel saw him alone. When Pansy kissed him, before going to bed, he returned her embrace with even more than his usual munificence, and Isabel wondered whether he meant it as a hint that his daughter had been injured by the machinations
