VOLUME II
48. CHAPTER XLVIII
One day, toward the end of February, Ralph Touchett made up his
mind to return to England. He had his own reasons for this
decision, which he was not bound to communicate; but Henrietta
Stackpole, to whom he mentioned his intention, flattered herself
that she guessed them. She forbore to express them, however; she
only said, after a moment, as she sat by his sofa: "I suppose you
know you can't go alone?"
"I've no idea of doing that," Ralph answered. "I shall have people
with me."
"What do you mean by 'people'? Servants whom you pay?"
"Ah," said Ralph jocosely, "after all, they're human beings."
"Are there any women among them?" Miss Stackpole desired to know.
"You speak as if I had a dozen! No, I confess I haven't a
soubrette in my employment."
"Well," said Henrietta calmly, "you can't go to England that way.
You must have a woman's care."
"I've had so much of yours for the past fortnight that it will
last me a good while."
"You've not had enough of it yet. I guess I'll go with you," said
Henrietta.
"Go with me?" Ralph slowly raised himself from his sofa.
"Yes, I know you don't like me, but I'll go with you all the
same. It would be better for your health to lie down again."
Ralph looked at her a little; then he slowly relapsed. "I like
you very much," he said in a moment.
Miss Stackpole gave one of her infrequent laughs. "You needn't
think that by saying that you can buy me off. I'll go with you,
and what is more I'll take care of you."
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