"Has she injured you?" Ralph asked.
"If she had I shouldn＇t mind, and I should never tell you. What I＇m afraid of is that she＇ll injure herself."
"I think that＇s very possible," said Ralph.
His companion stopped in the garden-walk, fixing on him perhaps the very gaze that unnerved him. "That too would amuse you, I suppose. The way you do say things! I never heard any one so indifferent."
"To Isabel? Ah, not that!"
"Well, you＇re not in love with her, I hope."
"How can that be, when I＇m in love with Another?"