"He＇s dying for a little encouragement. I see his face now, and his earnest absorbed look while I talked. I never saw an ugly man look so handsome."
"He＇s very simple-minded," said Isabel. "And he＇s not so ugly."
"There＇s nothing so simplifying as a grand passion."
"It＇s not a grand passion; I＇m very sure it＇s not that."
"You don＇t say that as if you were sure."
Isabel gave rather a cold smile. "I shall say it better to Mr. Goodwood himself."