Stackpole about Lord Warburton's overtures, she had now no impulse whatever to justify herself to Henrietta by telling her that she had refused that nobleman.
"Oh, you'll be asked quick enough, once you get off on the continent. Annie Climber was asked three times in Italy—poor plain little Annie."
"Well, if Annie Climber was not captured, why should I be?"
"I don't believe Annie was pressed; but you'll be."
"That's a flattering conviction," said Isabel, with a laugh.
"I don't flatter you, Isabel, I tell you the truth!" cried her friend. "I hope you don't mean to tell me that you didn't give Mr. Goodwood some hope."
"I don't see why I should tell you anything; as I said to you just now, I can't trust you. But since you are so much interested in Mr. Goodwood, I won't conceal from you that he returns immediately to America."
"You don't mean to say you have sent him off?" Henrietta broke out in dismay.
"I asked him to leave me alone; and I ask you the same, Henrietta."
Miss Stackpole stood there with expanded eyes, and then she went to the mirror over the chimney-piece and took off her bonnet.
"I hope you have enjoyed your dinner," Isabel remarked, lightly, as she did so.
But Miss Stackpole was not to be diverted by frivolous propositions, nor bribed by the offer of autobiographic opportunities.
"Do you know where you are going, Isabel Archer?"
"Just now I am going to bed," said Isabel, with persistent frivolity.
