"I shall not have success if they＇re too stupidly conventional. I＇m not in the least stupidly conventional. I＇m just the contrary. That＇s what they won＇t like."
"No, no, you＇re all wrong," said the old man. "You can＇t tell what they＇ll like. They＇re very inconsistent; that＇s their principal interest."
"Ah well," said Isabel, standing before her uncle with her hands clasped about the belt of her black dress and looking up and down the lawn—"that will suit me perfectly!"