"You know there's nothing in the world I want more than your happiness, Isabel."
She looked at him and she gave him her hands.
"You're wonderful, Bateman. I didn't know there was anyone in the world like you. How can I ever thank you?"
"I don't want your thanks. I only want to be allowed to help you."
She dropped her eyes and flushed a little. She was so used to him that she had forgotten how handsome he was. He was as tall as Edward and as well made, but he was dark and pale of face, while Edward was ruddy. Of course she knew he loved her. It touched her. She felt very tender towards him.
It was from this journey that Bateman Hunter was now returned.
The business part of it took him somewhat longer than he expected (деловая часть /поездки/ заняла больше времени, чем он ожидал) and he had much time to think of his two friends (и у него было много времени подумать о двух своих друзьях). He had come to the conclusion that it could be nothing serious that prevented Edward from coming home (он пришел к выводу, что не могло быть ничего особенно серьезного, что не позволяло Эдварду вернуться домой), a pride, perhaps, which made him determined to make good (возможно, гордость, которая наполняла его решимостью преуспеть;
conclusion [kqn'klu: Z(q)n], determined [dI'tWmInd], unhappy [An'hxpI]
The business part of it took him somewhat longer than he expected and he had much time to think of his two friends. He had come to the conclusion that it could be nothing serious that prevented Edward from coming home, a pride, perhaps, which made him determined to make good before he claimed the bride he adored; but it was a pride that must be reasoned with. Isabel was unhappy. Edward must come back to Chicago with him and marry her at once.