"Ask what you will," Isabel replied gently, "and I＇ll try to satisfy you."
"Well then, I hope you won＇t mind my saying that Warburton has told me of something that has passed between you."
Isabel suppressed a start; she sat looking at her open fan. "Very good; I suppose it was natural he should tell you."
"I have his leave to let you know he has done so. He has some hope still," said Ralph.
"Still?"
"He had it a few days ago."
"I don＇t believe he has any now," said the girl.
"I＇m very sorry for him then; he＇s such an honest man."
