"I can't reconcile myself to it either, and it is not the state of things that ought to exist between us. If you would only try and banish me from your mind for a few months we should be on good terms again."
"I see. If I should cease to think of you for a few months I should find I could keep it up indefinitely."
"Indefinitely is more than I ask. It is more even than I should like."
"You know that what you ask is impossible," said the young man, taking his adjective for granted in a manner that Isabel found irritating.
"Are you not capable of making an effort?" she demanded. "You are strong for everything else; why shouldn't you be strong for that?"
"Because I am in love with you," said Caspar Goodwood simply. "If one is strong, one loves only the more strongly."
"There is a good deal in that;" and indeed our young lady felt the force of it. "Think of me or not, as you find most possible; only leave me alone."
"Until when?"
"Well, for a year or two."
"Which do you mean? Between one year and two there is a great difference."
"Call it two, then," said Isabel, wondering whether a little cynicism might not be effective.
"And what shall I gain by that?" Mr. Goodwood asked, giving no sign of wincing.
"You will have obliged me greatly."
"But what will be my reward?"
"Do you need a reward for an act of generosity?"
"Yes, when it involves a great sacrifice."
