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You were afraid of a scene? Oberville. I was a damned coward, Isabel. That's about the size of it. Isabel. Ah I had thought it so much larger! Oberville. What did you say? Isabel. I said that you have forgotten to drink your tea. It must be quite cold. Oberville. Ah Isabel. Let me give you another cup. No no. This is perfect. Isabel. You haven't tasted it. Only you never gave me enough sugar.

I hope you like being surprised. To my mind it's an overrated pleasure. Oberville. Is it? I'm sorry to hear that. Isabel. Why? Have you a surprise to dispose of? Oberville. I'm not sure that I haven't. Isabel. Don't part with it too hastily. It may improve by being kept. Does that mean that you don't want it? Isabel. Heaven forbid! I want everything I can get. Oberville.

Raynor is not here to receive you? She was called away this morning very suddenly by her aunt's illness. Oberville. Yes. She left a note for me. Griscom's illness. Isabel. Oh, Mrs. Griscom's illnesses are less alarming than her recoveries. But I am forgetting to offer you any tea. Oberville. What else do you remember? Isabel. A number of equally useless things.

I was right then you're a collector? One must make a beginning. I think I shall begin with you. Hullo, Isabel you're here after all? Isabel. And so is Mr. Oberville. So glad to meet you. My wife talks of you so often. She's been looking forward tremendously to your visit. Oberville. It's a long time since I've had the pleasure of seeing Mrs. Warland. Isabel.

That reminds me how much your coming has simplified things. I feel as if I'd had an auction sale of fallacies. Oberville. You speak in enigmas, and I have a notion that your riddles are the reverse of the sphinx's more dangerous to guess than to give up. And yet I used to find your thoughts such good reading. Isabel. One cares so little for the style in which one's praises are written. Oberville.

Were you afraid I was going to call you Isabel? Isabel. Bravo! Crescendo! Oberville. But you have changed, all the same. Isabel. You must indeed have reached a dizzy eminence, since you can indulge yourself by speaking the truth! Oberville. It's your voice. I knew it at once, and yet it's different. Isabel. I hope it can still convey the pleasure I feel in seeing an old friend.

It's empty, my poor friend, it's empty. Oberville. Beggars never say that to each other. Isabel. No; never, unless it's true. Why do you look at me so curiously? Isabel. I'm what was it you said? Approving you as a dilettante. Don't be alarmed; you can bear examination; I don't see a crack anywhere. After all, it's a satisfaction to find that one's idol makes a handsome bibelot.

Don't you know how hard it is to convince elderly people that the type of the evening paper is no smaller than when they were young? Oberville. I've shrunk then? Isabel. You couldn't have grown bigger. Oh, I'm serious now; you needn't prepare a smile. For years you were the tallest object on my horizon.

I advise you to pass through New York incognito on your way to Washington; their attentions might be oppressive. Warland. Confoundedly oppressive. What a dog's life it is! My poor Isabel Isabel. Don't pity me. I didn't marry yon for a home. What did you marry me for, if you cared for Oberville? Isabel, Don't make me regret my confidence. Warland. I beg your pardon. Isabel.

Oberville. I lost my head a little I forgot how long it is since we have met. When I saw you I forgot everything except what you had once been to me. Perhaps I have overtaxed your generosity. When I first saw you I thought for a moment that you had remembered as I had. You see I can only excuse myself by saying something inexcusable. Not inexcusable. Oberville. Not ? Isabel. I had remembered.