I will gladly wait a long time. Only remember that in the end my dearest happiness depends upon your answer."
"I should be very sorry to keep you in suspense," said Isabel.
"Oh, don't mind. I would much rather have a good answer six months hence than a bad one to-day."
"But it is very probable that even six months hence I should not be able to give you one that you would think good."
"Why not, since you really like me?"
"Ah, you must never doubt of that," said Isabel.
"Well, then, I don't see what more you ask!"
"It is not what I ask; it is what I can give. I don't think I should suit you; I really don't think I should."
"You needn't bother about that; that's my affair. You needn't be a better royalist than the king."
"It is not only that," said Isabel; "but I am not sure I wish to marry any one."
"Very likely you don't. I have no doubt a great many women begin that way," said his lordship, who, be it averred, did not in the least believe in the axiom he thus beguiled his anxiety by uttering. "But they are frequently persuaded."
"Ah, that is because they want to be!"
And Isabel lightly laughed.
Her suitor's countenance fell, and he looked at her for a while in silence.
"I'm afraid it's my being an Englishman that makes you hesitate," he said, presently. "I know your uncle thinks you ought to marry in your own country."
Isabel listened to this assertion with some interest; it had never occurred to her that Mr. Touchett was likely to discuss her matrimonial prospects with Lord Warburton.
