290 THE PORTRAIT OF A LADY. " It gives me pleasure, all the same." And with this he got up. She -had felt pain and displeasure when she received that morning the note in which he told her that he was in Florence, and, with her permission, would come within an hour to see her. She had been vexed and distressed, though she had sent back word by his messenger that he might come when he would. She had not been better pleased when she saw him ; his being there at all was so full of implication. It implied things she could never assent to rights, reproaches, remonstrance, rebuke, the expecta- tion of making her change her purpose. These things, however, if implied, had not been expressed ; and now our young lady, strangely enough, began to resent her visitor's remarkable self- control. There was a dumb misery about him which irritated her ; there was a manly staying of his hand which made her heart beat faster. She felt her agitation rising, and she said to herself that she was as angry as a woman who had been in the wrong. She was not in the wrong ; she had fortunately not that bitterness to swallow ; but, all the same, she wished he would denounce her a little, iijfie had wished his visit would be short ; it had no purpose, no propriety ; yet now that he seemed to be turning away, she felt a sudden horror of his leaving her without uttering a word that would give her an opportunity to defend herself more' than she had done in writing to him a month before, in a few carefully chosen words, to announce her engagement. If she were not in the wrong, however, why should she desire to defend herself ? It was an excess of gener- osity on Isabel's part to desire that Mr. Goodwood should be angry. If he had not held himself hard it might have made him so to hear the tone in which she suddenly exclaimed, as if she were accusing him of having accused her, " I have not deceived you ! I was perfectly free ! " " Yes, I know that," said Caspar. "I gave you full warning that I would do as I chose." " You said you would probably never marry, and you said it so positively that I pretty well believed if." Isabel was silent an instant. " "No one can be more surprised than myself at my present intention." " You told me that if I heard you were engaged, I was not to believe it," Caspar went on. ."I heard it twenty days ago from yourself, but I remembered what you had said. I thought there might be some mistake, and that is partly why I came."
