VOLUME I
10. CHAPTER X
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"Ah, we too are a lovely group!" said Ralph. "Wait a little and
you'll see."
Miss Stackpole showed every disposition to wait and evidently was
prepared to make a considerable stay at Gardencourt. She occupied
herself in the mornings with literary labour; but in spite of
this Isabel spent many hours with her friend, who, once her daily
task performed, deprecated, in fact defied, isolation. Isabel
speedily found occasion to desire her to desist from celebrating
the charms of their common sojourn in print, having discovered,
on the second morning of Miss Stackpole's visit, that she was
engaged on a letter to the Interviewer, of which the title, in
her exquisitely neat and legible hand (exactly that of the
copybooks which our heroine remembered at school) was "Americans
and Tudors--Glimpses of Gardencourt." Miss Stackpole, with
the best conscience in the world, offered to read her letter to
Isabel, who immediately put in her protest.
"I don't think you ought to do that. I don't think you ought to
describe the place."
Henrietta gazed at her as usual. "Why, it's just what the people
want, and it's a lovely place."
"It's too lovely to be put in the newspapers, and it's not what
my uncle wants."
"Don't you believe that!" cried Henrietta. "They're always
delighted afterwards."
"My uncle won't be delighted--nor my cousin either. They'll
consider it a breach of hospitality."
Miss Stackpole showed no sense of confusion; she simply wiped her
pen, very neatly, upon an elegant little implement which she kept
for the purpose, and put away her manuscript. "Of course if you
don't approve I won't do it; but I sacrifice a beautiful
subject."
"There are plenty of other subjects, there are subjects all round
you. We'll take some drives; I'll show you some charming
scenery."
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