"I'm afraid you lose a good deal!" Lord Warburton called after him, as he moved away, in a tone which perhaps betrayed overmuch an appreciation of his generosity. Then the visitor turned on Isabel the deeper, the deepest, consciousness of his look, which gradually became more serious. "I'm really very glad to see you."
"It's very pleasant. You're very kind."
"Do you know that you're changed—a little?"
She just hesitated. "Yes—a good deal."
"I don't mean for the worse, of course; and yet how can I say for the better?"