She answered by a ready question, "How did you know I was here?"
"Miss Stackpole let me know," said Caspar Goodwood. "She told me you would probably be at home alone this evening and would be willing to see me."
"Where did she see you—to tell you that?"
"She didn＇t see me; she wrote to me."
Isabel was silent; neither had sat down; they stood there with an air of de昀ance, or at least of contention."Henrietta never told me she was writing to you," she said at last. "This is not kind of her."
"Is it so disagreeable to you to see me?" asked the young man.