"You may sit down, certainly."
She went back to her chair again, while her visitor took the first place that offered, in the manner of a man accustomed to pay little thought to that sort of furtherance. "I＇ve been hoping every day for an answer to my letter. You might have written me a few lines."
"It wasn＇t the trouble of writing that prevented me; I could as easily have written you four pages as one. But my silence was an intention," Isabel said. "I thought it the best thing."