“And as Ralph said this there was an extraordinary gladness in his voice. She bent her head again, and pressed her lips to the back of his hand. «I always understood,» he continued, «though it was so strange—so pitiful. You wanted to look at life for yourself—but you were not allowed; you were punished for your wish. You were ground in the very mill of the conventional!»
«Oh yes, I've been punished,» Isabel sobbed.
He listened to her a little, and then continued: «Was he very bad about your coming?»
«He made it very hard for me. But I don't care.»