There, isn't that enough?"
This question, delivered with large indulgence, met with no response;
for Isabel, still searching his face with her troubled and perplexed
gaze, seemed not to have heard it. On that account, George repeated
it, and rising, went to her and patted her reassuringly upon the
shoulder. "There, old lady, you needn't fear my tactlessness will
worry you again. I can't quite promise to like people I don't care
about one way or another, but you can be sure I'll be careful, after
this, not to let them see it. It's all right, and you'd better toddle
along to bed, because I want to undress."
"But, George," she said earnestly, "you would like him, if you'd just
let yourself. You say you don't dislike him. Why don't you like him?
I can't understand at all. What is it that you don't--"
"There, there!" he said. "It's all right, and you toddle along."
"But, George, dear--"
"Now, now! I really do want to get into bed. Good-night, old lady."
"Good-night, dear. But--"
"Let's not talk of it any more," he said.
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