"So have I," said Ralph, coming back to the bedside again. "I don＇t mind telling you that."
"You are in love with her then? I should think you would be. It＇s as if she came over on purpose."
"No, I＇m not in love with her; but I should be if—if certain things were different."
"Ah, things are always different from what they might be," said the old man. "If you wait for them to change you＇ll never do anything. I don＇t know whether you know," he went on; "but I suppose there＇s no harm in my alluding to it at such an hour as this: there was some one wanted to marry Isabel the other day, and she wouldn＇t have him."