"Is it so disagreeable to you to see me?" asked the young man.
"I didn＇t expect it. I don＇t like such surprises."
"But you knew I was in town; it was natural we should meet."
"Do you call this meeting? I hoped I shouldn＇t see you. In so big a place as London it seemed very possible."
"It was apparently repugnant to you even to write to me," her visitor went on.
Isabel made no reply; the sense of Henrietta Stackpole＇s treachery, as she momentarily qualified it, was strong within her. "Henrietta＇s certainly not a model of all the delicacies!" she exclaimed with bitterness. "It was a great liberty to take."