"That＇s a beautiful sophism," said the girl with a smile more beautiful still.
"An unmarried woman—a girl of your age—isn＇t independent. There are all sorts of things she can＇t do. She＇s hampered at every step."
"That＇s as she looks at the question," Isabel answered with much spirit. "I＇m not in my first youth—I can do what I choose—I belong quite to the independent class. I＇ve neither father nor mother; I＇m poor and of a serious disposition; I＇m not pretty. I therefore am not bound to be timid and conventional; indeed I can＇t afford such luxuries. Besides, I try to judge things for myself; to judge wrong, I think, is more honourable than not to judge at all. I don＇t wish to be a mere sheep in the 昀ock; I wish to choose my fate and know something of human affairs beyond what other people think it compatible with propriety to tell me."She paused a moment, but not long enough for her companion to reply. He was apparently on the point of doing so when she went on: "Let me say this to you,Mr. Goodwood. You＇re so kind as to speak of being afraid of my marrying. If you should hear a rumour that I＇m on the point of doing so—girls are liable to have such things said about them—remember what I have told you about my love of liberty and venture to doubt it."