"It was the only way, Lord Warburton," said the girl. "Do try and believe that."
"If I could believe it of course I should let you alone.But we can＇t believe by willing it; and I confess I don＇t understand. I could understand your disliking me; that I could understand well. But that you should admit you do—"
"What have I admitted?" Isabel interrupted, turning slightly pale.
"That you think me a good fellow; isn＇t that it?" She said nothing, and he went on: "You don＇t seem to have any reason, and that gives me a sense of injustice."