he should be perfectly satisfied if he could win but one smile of approbation from that gravely beautiful mouth; and it came at last, when he told of Fitzjocelyn’s devoted affection to Mrs. Frost and his unceasing kindness to the old ladies of Dynevor Terrace.  Thus gratified, he let himself be led into abstract questions of principle,—­a style of discussion frequent between Miss King and Isabel, but on which the latter had never seen the light of a man’s mind thrown except through books.  The gentlemen whom she had met were seldom either deep or earnest, except those too much beyond her reach; and she had avoided anything like confidence or intimacy:  but Mr. Dynevor could enlighten and vivify her perplexed reflections, answer her inquiries, confirm her opinion of books, and enter into all that she ventured with diffidence to express.  He was enchanted to find that no closer approach could dim the lustre of Louis’s moon, and honoured her doubly for what she had made herself in frivolous society.  He felt sure that his testimony would gain credit where Fitzjocelyn’s would be regarded as love-blinded, and already beheld himself forcing full proof of her merits on the reluctant Earl, beholding Louis happy, and Isabel emancipated from constraint.

A five miles’ walk gave full time for such blissful discoveries; for Miss Conway was resolute against entering the pony-carriage, and walked on, protesting against ever being fatigued; while Louis was obliged to occupy his seat in the carriage, with a constant change of companions.

‘I think, my dear,’ said Miss King, when the younger girls had gone to their mother’s toilette, ‘that you will have to forgive me.’

‘Meaning,’ said Isabel, ’that you are bitten too!  Ah!  Miss King, you could not withstand the smile with which he handed you in!’

’Could you withstand such an affectionate account of your cruel, tyrannical practical joker?’

’Facts are stubborn things.  Do you know what Mr. Dynevor is doing at this moment?  I met him in the gallery, hurrying off to Ebbscreek for some lotion for Lord Fitzjocelyn’s ankle.  I begged him to let Mrs. Mansell send; but no-no one but himself could find it, and his cousin could not bear strangers to disarrange his room.  If anything were wanting, it would be enough to see how simply and earnestly such a man has been brought to pamper—­nay, to justify, almost to adore, the whims and follies of this youth.’

‘If anything were wanting to what?  To your dislike.’

‘It would not be so active as dislike, unless—­’ Isabel spoke with drooping head, and Miss King did not ask her to finish, but said, ’He has not given you much cause for alarm.’

’So; he is at least a thorough gentleman.  It may be conceit, or wrong self-consciousness, but from the moment the poor boy was spied in the shop, I had a perception that mamma and Mrs. Mansell marked him down.  Personally he would be innocent, but, through all his chatter, I cannot shake off the fancy that I am watched, or that decided indifference is not needed to keep him at a distance.’