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Well, I hope I never grow as old as that!" she cried. "You never will!" was Isobel's withering answer. "Jerry it's perfect! Come and look." Gyp, shivering in her pajamas, was standing with her small nose flattened against Jerry's cold window. Downstairs a clock had just chimed seven. Jerry sprang from her bed with one bound. She peeped over Gyp's shoulder.
Bobby got a long and loving letter back from his new aunt, and he showed it to his father with great pride. Lady Isobel's last sentence in her letter was, 'Ask father to tell you my plan that I talked to you about the day before I was married. 'What is it, father? asked Bobby. I'll tell you this evening, his father responded. 'True and you and I will have a confab over it.
It is probable, however, that in all the wide world it would have been difficult to find any man less sympathetic to a mind like Isobel's or more likely to antagonize her eager and budding intelligence. Every doubt he met with intolerant denial; every argument with offensive contradiction; every query with references to texts.
I could not but feel that there was some truth in this, and that it was a dilemma not provided against in Aunt Isobel's teaching, that one may be so obliging to those one lives with as to encourage, if not to teach them to be selfish.
He tousled her hair to bring back her good-humor, and put her on the floor. Then he went back to the partly open door. It was quiet in the darkened room. He listened for a breath or a sob, and could hear neither. A curtain was drawn over the one window, and he could but indistinctly make out the darker shadow where Isobel lay on the bed. His heart beat faster as he softly called Isobel's name.
But nowhere is their peculiar sweetness more appropriate than beside a sleeping babe. The Corsini picture by Carlo Dolce is an exquisite nursery scene. Its popularity depends more, perhaps, upon the babe than the mother. Like Lady Isobel's child in another poem of motherhood by Mrs. Browning, he sleeps
Here they stood, prepared for the encounter. Sir John was the first to take the lists, saying: "Perhaps you will explain, Isobel, why I found you, as I thought, kissing this young fellow like any village slut beneath a hedge." Isobel's big eyes grew steely as she answered: "For the same reason, Father. Like your village slut, I kissed this man because he is my lover whom I mean to marry.
'I belongs to you, and you belongs to me, he said, with infinite satisfaction in his tone, and Mr. Allonby answered, with a little embarrassed laugh: 'And finding's keeping, my little boy. We'll hold together for the present, at any rate. Of course Lady Isobel's letter had to be answered, and the wonderful news told of Bobby's change of home.
"I'll stay as long as you like!" said Quin heartily; and he departed to make his peace with Madam. From that time on Quin's status in the family became less anomalous. To be sure, he was still Mr. Randolph's private secretary, Madam's top sergeant, Miss Isobel's and Miss Enid's body-guard, and the household's general-utility man; but he was now something else in addition.
Probably in truth the limit lies beyond the borders of sex. So Isobel's grey eyes faded into the background of Godfrey's mental vision, while the violet eyes of Juliette drew ever nearer to his physical perceptions.
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