she was unaccompanied he drew near, remarking that though she would not answer his letters she would perhaps not wholly close her ears to his spoken eloquence. She replied that her step-daughter was close at hand and she could only give him five minutes; whereupon he took out his watch and sat down upon a broken block.
"It's very soon told," said Edward Rosier. "I have sold all my bibelots!"
Isabel gave, instinctively, an exclamation of horror; it was as if he had told her he had had all his teeth drawn.
"I have sold them by auction at the Hôtel Drouot," he went on. "The sale took place three days ago, and they have telegraphed me the result. It's magnificent."
"I am glad to hear it; but I wish you had kept your pretty things."
"I have the money instead—forty thousand dollars. Will Mr. Osmond think me rich enough now?"
"Is it for that you did it?" Isabel asked, gently.
"For what else in the world could it be? That is the only thing I think of. I went to Paris and made my arrangements. I couldn't stop for the sale; I couldn't have seen them going off; I think it would have killed me. But I put them into good hands, and they brought high prices. I should tell you I have kept my enamels. Now I have got the money in my pocket, and he can't say I'm poor!" the young man exclaimed, defiantly.
"He will say now that you are not wise," said Isabel, as if Gilbert Osmond had never said this before.
Rosier gave her a sharp look.
"Do you mean that without my bibelots I am nothing? Do you mean that they were the best thing about me? That's what
