He could ask about the car and
whether it was all right now. If Doctor Jack could run it, maybe they
could go out together for a little spin. It would be nice to go by his
own house and never even turn his head. And, if they could get Isabel to
go, too, it would teach Juliet a much-needed lesson.
He had nearly reached his destination when he came upon the picture of
Beauty in Distress. Isabel sat at the roadside, leaning against a tree,
sobbing. Romeo gave a long, low whistle of astonishment. "Say," he
called, cheerfully, "what's wrong?"
Isabel looked up, wiped her eyes, and began to weep more earnestly.
Though Juliet's tears had moved him to anger and disdain, Isabel's grief
roused all his chivalry. He sat down beside her and tried to take her
handkerchief away from her eyes.
"Don't," he said, softly. "What's the matter?"
"Oh," sobbed Isabel, "I'm the most miserable girl in the whole world.
Nobody wants me!"
"What makes you say that?" demanded Romeo. "Look here, if you'll tell me
who's been making you cry, I'll--"
He did not finish the sentence, but his tone indicated that dire
misfortune would be visited upon the luckless individual directly
responsible for Isabel's tears.
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