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271 THE PORTRAIT OF -A LADY. 271 " As 1 intimated just now, you will be tired some day." He paused a moment, and then he went on : "I don't know whether I had better not wait till then for something I wish to say to you." " Ah, I can't advise you without knowing what it is. But I am horrid when I am tired," Isabel added, with due inconse- quence. " I don't believe that. ' You are angry, sometimes that I can believe, though I have never seen it. But I am sure you are never disagreeable." " Not even when I lose my temper 1 " " You don't lose it you find it, and that must be beautiful," Osmond spoke very simply almost solemnly. " There must be something very noble about that." " If I could only find it now ! " the girl exclaimed, laughing, yet frowning. " I am not afraid ; I should fold my arms and admire you. I am speaking very seriously." He was leaning forward, with a hand on each knee ; for some moments he bent his eyes on the floor. " What I wish to say to you," he went on at last, looking up, " is that I find I am in love with you." Isabel instantly rose from her chair. " Ah, keep that till I am tired ! " she murmured. " Tired of hearing it from others ? " And Osmond sat there, looking up at her. " No, you may heed it now, or never, as you please. But, after all, I must say it now." She had turned away, but in the movement she had stopped herself and dropped her gaze upon him. The two remained a moment in this situation, exchanging a long look the large, 'onscious look of the critical hours of life. Then he got up and came near her, deeply respectful, as if he were afraid he had been too familiar. " I am thoroughly in love with you." He repeated the announcement in a tone of almost impersonal discretion ; like a man who expected very little from it, but spoke for his own relief. The tears came into Isabel's eyes they were caused by an intenser throb of that pleasant pain I spoke of a moment ago. There was an immense sweetness in the words he had uttered ; but, morally speaking, she retreated before them facing him still as she had retreated in two or three cases that we know of in which the same words had been spoken. " Oh, don't say that, please," she answered at last, in a tone of entreaty which had nothing of conventional modesty, but