"Tell me what you mean, and I＇ll think of that."
"Will you really think of it? That＇s what I wish to be sure of."
"I＇ve not much control of my thoughts, but I＇ll do my best," said Isabel. Henrietta gazed at her, in silence,for a period which tried Isabel＇s patience, so that our heroine added at last: "Do you mean that you＇re going to be married?"
