"I have already given up all idea of Lucy," he said.
"Naturally, I couldn't have treated her father as I deliberately did
treat him--I could hardly have done that and expected his daughter
ever to speak to me again."
Isabel gave a quick cry of compassion, but he allowed her no
opportunity to speak. "You needn't think I'm making any particular
sacrifice," he said sharply, "though I would, quickly enough, if I
thought it necessary in a matter of honour like this. I was
interested in her, and I could even say I did care for her; but she
proved pretty satisfactorily that she cared little enough about me!
She went away right in the midst of a--of a difference of opinion we
were having; she didn't even let me know she was going, and never
wrote a line to me, and then came back telling everybody she'd had 'a
perfectly gorgeous time!' That's quite enough for me. I'm not
precisely the sort to arrange for that kind of thing to be done to me
more than once! The truth is, we're not congenial and we'd found that
much out, at least, before she left.
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