10. CHAPTER X
"Ah," said Isabel with a kind of joyous sigh, "I like so many
things! If a thing strikes me with a certain intensity I accept
it. I don't want to swagger, but I suppose I'm rather versatile.
I like people to be totally different from Henrietta--in the
style of Lord Warburton's sisters for instance. So long as I look
at the Misses Molyneux they seem to me to answer a kind of ideal.
Then Henrietta presents herself, and I'm straightway convinced by
her; not so much in respect to herself as in respect to what
masses behind her."
"Ah, you mean the back view of her," Ralph suggested.
"What she says is true," his cousin answered; "you'll never be
serious. I like the great country stretching away beyond the
rivers and across the prairies, blooming and smiling and
spreading till it stops at the green Pacific! A strong, sweet,
fresh odour seems to rise from it, and Henrietta--pardon my
simile--has something of that odour in her garments."
Isabel blushed a little as she concluded this speech, and the
blush, together with the momentary ardour she had thrown into it,
was so becoming to her that Ralph stood smiling at her for a
moment after she had ceased speaking. "I'm not sure the Pacific's
so green as that," he said; "but you're a young woman of
imagination. Henrietta, however, does smell of the Future--it
almost knocks one down!"