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SHE was not praying ; she was trembling trembling all over. She was an excitable creature, and now she .was much excited ; but she wished to resist her excitement, and the attitude of prayer, which she kept for some time, seemed to help her to be still. She was extremely glad Caspar Goodwood was gone ; there was something exhilarating in having got rid of him. As Isabel became conscious of this feeling she bowed her head a little lower ; the feeling was there, throbbing in her heart ; it was a part of her emotion ; but it was a thing to be ashamed of it was profane and out of place. It was not for some ten minutes that she rose from her knees, and when she came back to the sitting-room she was still trembling a little. Her agitation had two causes ; part of it was to be accounted for by her long discussion with Mr. Goodwood, but it might be feared that the rest was simply the enjoyment she found in the exercise of her power. She sat down in the same chair again, and took up her book, but Avithout going through the form of opening the volume. She leaned back, with that low, soft, aspiring murmur with which she often expressed her gladness in accidents of which the brighter side was not superficially obvious, and gave herself up to the satisfaction of having re- fused two ardent suitors within a fortnight. That love of liberty of which she had given Caspar Goodwood so bold a sketch was as yet almost exclusively thnoretic ; she had not been able to indulge it- on a large scale. But it seemed to her that she had done somnthing ; she had tasted of the delight, if not of battle, at least of victory ; she had done what she pre- ferred. In the midst of this agreeable sensation the image of Mr. Goodwood taking his sad walk homeward through the dingy town presented itself with a certain reproachful force ; so that, as at the same moment the door of the room was opened, she rose quickly with an apprehension that he had come back. But it was only Henrietta Stackpole returning from her dinner. Miss Stackpole immediately saw that something had happened to Isabel, and indeed the discovery demanded no great penetra- tion. Henrietta went straight up to her friend, who received her without a greeting. Isabel's elation in having sent Caspar Goodwood back to America pre-supposed her being glad that he had come to see her ; but at the same time she perfectly remem- bered that Henrietta had had no right to set a trap for her.