VOLUME I
10. CHAPTER X
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"I can't take you," said Isabel; "but Lord Warburton's coming
here, and you'll have a chance to see him and observe him. Only
if you intend to repeat his conversation I shall certainly give
him warning."
"Don't do that," her companion pleaded; "I want him to be
natural."
"An Englishman's never so natural as when he's holding his
tongue," Isabel declared.
It was not apparent, at the end of three days, that her cousin
had, according to her prophecy, lost his heart to their visitor,
though he had spent a good deal of time in her society. They
strolled about the park together and sat under the trees, and in
the afternoon, when it was delightful to float along the Thames,
Miss Stackpole occupied a place in the boat in which hitherto
Ralph had had but a single companion. Her presence proved somehow
less irreducible to soft particles than Ralph had expected in the
natural perturbation of his sense of the perfect solubility of
that of his cousin; for the correspondent of the Interviewer
prompted mirth in him, and he had long since decided that the
crescendo of mirth should be the flower of his declining days.
Henrietta, on her side, failed a little to justify Isabel's
declaration with regard to her indifference to masculine opinion;
for poor Ralph appeared to have presented himself to her as an
irritating problem, which it would be almost immoral not to work
out.
"What does he do for a living?" she asked of Isabel the evening
of her arrival. "Does he go round all day with his hands in his
pockets?"
"He does nothing," smiled Isabel; "he's a gentleman of large
leisure."
"Well, I call that a shame--when I have to work like a
car-conductor," Miss Stackpole replied. "I should like to show
him up."
"He's in wretched health; he's quite unfit for work," Isabel
urged.
"Pshaw! don't you believe it. I work when I'm sick," cried her
friend. Later, when she stepped into the boat on joining the
water-party, she remarked to Ralph that she supposed he hated her
and would like to drown her.
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