"Ah, you do care for him!" her visitor rang out.
"Whatever he does will always be right," Isabel repeated. "When a man＇s of that infallible mould what does it matter to him what one feels?"
"It may not matter to him, but it matters to one＇s self."
"Ah, what it matters to me—that＇s not what we＇re discussing," said Isabel with a cold smile.
