Conyers it was beginning. Isabel's
words and manner had revealed a situation far more serious than she
had believed to exist. A sense of personal slights and wounds gave
way to apprehension. The need of the moment was not passion and
resentment, but tact and coolness and apparent unconcern.
"What is the meaning of this, Isabel?" She spoke in a tone of frank
and cordial interest as though the way were clear at last for the
establishment of complete confidence between them.
"Grandmother, did you not give me your word?" said Isabel, sternly.
Mrs. Conyers grew indignant: "But remember in what a light you
place me! I did not expect you to require me to be unreasonable
and unjust. Do you really wish me to be kept in the dark in a
matter like this? Must I refuse to speak to Rowan and have no
reason? Close the house to him and not know why? Cut him in public
without his having offended me? If he should ask why I treat him
in this way, what am I to tell him?"
"He will never ask," said Isabel with mournful abstraction.
"But tell _me_ why you wish me to act so strangely."
"Believe that I have reasons."
"But ought I not to know what these reasons are if I must act upon
them as though they were my own?"
Isabel saw the stirrings of a mind that brushed away honor as an
obstacle and that was not to be quieted until it had been
satisfied. She sank back into her chair, saying very simply with
deep disappointment and with deeper sorrow:
"Ah, I might have known!"
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