Lord Warburton has proposed, and Isabel has refused him. Why? Because it’s her destiny to be unhappy. How can I say that? Because she, herself, says it in chapter 14.
“That reason that I wouldn’t tell you–I’ll tell it you after all. Its’ that I can’t escape my fate.”
“I should try to escape it if I were to marry you.”
“I don’t understand. Why should not that be your fate as well as anything else?”
“Because it’s not,” said Isabel femininely. “I know it’s not. It’s not my fate to give up–I know it can’t be.”
A few sentences later Isabel seals the deal.
“I can’t escape unhappiness.” said Isabel. “In marrying you I shall be trying to.”
Wow. She’s not exactly letting him down easily, is she?
I’m sorry, my dear. I have to be sad and depressed. It’s my destiny. It’s what I’m meant for, you see. If I marry you, I won’t be staying true to myself. So, please take back any offers of happily-ever-after. I need to stay alone and blue.
In The Return of the Native, the heath always wins.
Will unhappiness win in The Portrait of a Lady?