VOLUME II
44. CHAPTER XLIV
(continued)
"I'm quite willing to be known by that," Henrietta declared. "But
that isn't what your brother likes to know me by. He has tried to
break up my relations with Isabel."
"Don't permit it," said the Countess.
"That's what I want to talk about. I'm going to Rome."
"So am I!" the Countess cried. "We'll go together."
"With great pleasure. And when I write about my journey I'll
mention you by name as my companion."
The Countess sprang from her chair and came and sat on the sofa
beside her visitor. "Ah, you must send me the paper! My husband
won't like it, but he need never see it. Besides, he doesn't know
how to read."
Henrietta's large eyes became immense. "Doesn't know how to read?
May I put that into my letter?"
"Into your letter?"
"In the Interviewer. That's my paper."
"Oh yes, if you like; with his name. Are you going to stay with
Isabel?"
Henrietta held up her head, gazing a little in silence at her
hostess. "She has not asked me. I wrote to her I was coming, and
she answered that she would engage a room for me at a pension.
She gave no reason."
The Countess listened with extreme interest. "The reason's Osmond,"
she pregnantly remarked.
"Isabel ought to make a stand," said Miss Stackpole. "I'm afraid
she has changed a great deal. I told her she would."
"I'm sorry to hear it; I hoped she would have her own way. Why
doesn't my brother like you?" the Countess ingenuously added.
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