"Oh," said Isobel, "I don’t know that the average bride thinks much of the happiness of relations. She has her trousseaux and the guests to be invited, and all that sort of thing." She turned over a book which was lying near. "I don’t think I should have time for Miss Meredith," she said coldly. Mr. Leighton sat quite quietly. "Will you be married here?" he asked. A gleam came to Isobel’s eyes. "That would be nice," she said. There was the feeling of an answer to an invitation in her voice. "It’s at your disposal," he said, "anything we can do for your happiness." "Is that to show that I do nothing for anybody else’s?" Isobel was really grateful. "Perhaps." He said it rather sadly. "I might make an endeavour over Sarah," she said. "You know, from the first, the day you came in the train, you told us you had ignored her, hadn’t you? She nursed Robin through a long illness. Saw him grow up and all that kind of thing. Never spared herself in the matter of looking after him!" "Well?" asked Isobel. "Well," said Mr. Leighton, "it’s rather pathetic, isn’t it?" The day was won in a partial manner; for Isobel promised she would try to "ingratiate Sarah." "It’s the wrong way of putting it, but it may make a beginning," said Mr. Leighton. He further insisted on seeing Robin. That was a bad half-hour for every one, but for no one so particularly as for Robin. He had evaded so many things with Mr. Leighton, and for once he found that gentler nature adamant. Nothing went quite so much against this gentler nature as having to arrange matters for Isobel. So Robin discovered. Yet already it made what Isobel called "a man of him." He was a man to be ruled, and Mabel had placed herself under his ruling. Here was the real mischief. Isobel would take him firmly in hand. The girls were greatly mystified, Elma horrified. They had orders to take the news of Isobel’s engagement as though it might be an expected event, and certainly no sign was given that it was in the nature of a surprise. Jean could not understand Mabel when the news arrived. She laughed and sang and kissed Jean as though the world had suddenly become happy throughout. "I thought you would have been cut up," said Jean disconsolately. "Cut up! Why they are made for one another," cried Mabel. "Isobel, calm and firm, Robin, wavering and admiring, nothing could be better. But oh--oh--I want to see how Sarah takes it." They had a particular grind just then, for now they were getting into spring, and it would soon be time for making that triumphant passage home of which they had so often dreamed. They lived for that now, but none lived for it more devotedly than Elma.