"I can＇t escape unhappiness," said Isabel. "In marrying you I shall be trying to."
"I don＇t know whether you＇d try to, but you certainly would: that I must in candour admit!" he exclaimed with an anxious laugh.
"I mustn＇t—I can＇t!" cried the girl.
"Well, if you＇re bent on being miserable I don＇t see why you should make me so. Whatever charms a life of misery may have for you, it has none for me."
"I＇m not bent on a life of misery," said Isabel. "I＇ve always been intensely determined to be happy, and I＇ve often believed I should be. I＇ve told people that; you can ask them. But it comes over me every now and then that I can never be happy in any extraordinary way; not by turning away, by separating myself."