"I can well imagine. It's wonderfully good of you. I can't tell
you how kind I think you."

For a moment more he said nothing. "With a few words like that
you make me go."

"You must come back some day," she brightly returned.

"Some day? You mean as long a time hence as possible."

"Oh no; I don't mean all that."

"What do you mean? I don't understand! But I said I'd go, and
I'll go," Goodwood added.

"Come back whenever you like," said Isabel with attempted
lightness.

"I don't care a straw for your cousin!" Caspar broke out.

"Is that what you wished to tell me?"

"No, no; I didn't want to tell you anything; I wanted to ask
you--" he paused a moment, and then--"what have you really made
of your life?" he said, in a low, quick tone. He paused again,
as if for an answer; but she said nothing, and he went on: "I
can't understand, I can't penetrate you! What am I to believe--
what do you want me to think?" Still she said nothing; she only
stood looking at him, now quite without pretending to ease. "I'm