"Don＇t hope too much," Isabel said.
"Oh Miss Archer!" her companion murmured,smiling again, in his seriousness, as if such a warning might perhaps be taken but as the play of high spirits,the exuberance of elation.
"Should you be greatly surprised if I were to beg you not to hope at all?" Isabel asked.
"Surprised? I don＇t know what you mean by surprise. It wouldn＇t be that; it would be a feeling very much worse."