"About his making love to Isabel? My poor lady, he was at her house three times a day. He has left traces of his pa.s.sage!" the Countess cried.
"He wished to marry your niece; that"s why he came to the house."
The Countess stared, and then with an inconsiderate laugh: "Is that the story that Isabel tells? It isn"t bad, as such things go. If he wishes to marry my niece, pray why doesn"t he do it? Perhaps he has gone to buy the wedding-ring and will come back with it next month, after I"m gone."
"No, he"ll not come back. Miss Osmond doesn"t wish to marry him."
"She"s very accommodating! I knew she was fond of Isabel, but I didn"t know she carried it so far."
"I don"t understand you," said Henrietta coldly, and reflecting that the Countess was unpleasantly perverse. "I really must stick to my point--that Isabel never encouraged the attentions of Lord Warburton."
"My dear friend, what do you and I know about it? All we know is that my brother"s capable of everything."
"I don"t know what your brother"s capable of," said Henrietta with dignity.
"It"s not her encouraging Warburton that I complain of; it"s her sending him away. I want particularly to see him. Do you suppose she thought I would make him faithless?" the Countess continued with audacious insistence. "However, she"s only keeping him, one can feel that. The house is full of him there; he"s quite in the air. Oh yes, he has left traces; I"m sure I shall see him yet."
"Well," said Henrietta after a little, with one of those inspirations which had made the fortune of her letters to the Interviewer, "perhaps he"ll be more successful with you than with Isabel!"
When she told her friend of the offer she had made Ralph Isabel replied that she could have done nothing that would have pleased her more. It had always been her faith that at bottom Ralph and this young woman were made to understand each other. "I don"t care whether he understands me or not," Henrietta declared. "The great thing is that he shouldn"t die in the cars."
"He won"t do that," Isabel said, shaking her head with an extension of faith.
"He won"t if I can help it. I see you want us all to go. I don"t know what you want to do."
"I want to be alone," said Isabel.
"You won"t be that so long as you"ve so much company at home."
"Ah, they"re part of the comedy. You others are spectators."
"Do you call it a comedy, Isabel Archer?" Henrietta rather grimly asked.
"The tragedy then if you like. You"re all looking at me; it makes me uncomfortable."
Henrietta engaged in this act for a while. "You"re like the stricken deer, seeking the innermost shade. Oh, you do give me such a sense of helplessness!" she broke out.
"I"m not at all helpless. There are many things I mean to do."
"It"s not you I"m speaking of; it"s myself. It"s too much, having come on purpose, to leave you just as I find you."
"You don"t do that; you leave me much refreshed," Isabel said.
"Very mild refreshment--sour lemonade! I want you to promise me something."
"I can"t do that. I shall never make another promise. I made such a solemn one four years ago, and I"ve succeeded so ill in keeping it."
"You"ve had no encouragement. In this case I should give you the greatest. Leave your husband before the worst comes; that"s what I want you to promise."
"The worst? What do you call the worst?"
"Before your character gets spoiled."
"Do you mean my disposition? It won"t get spoiled," Isabel answered, smiling. "I"m taking very good care of it. I"m extremely struck," she added, turning away, "with the off-hand way in which you speak of a woman"s leaving her husband. It"s easy to see you"ve never had one!"
"Well," said Henrietta as if she were beginning an argument, "nothing is more common in our Western cities, and it"s to them, after all, that we must look in the future." Her argument, however, does not concern this history, which has too many other threads to unwind. She announced to Ralph Touchett that she was ready to leave Rome by any train he might designate, and Ralph immediately pulled himself together for departure.
Isabel went to see him at the last, and he made the same remark that Henrietta had made. It struck him that Isabel was uncommonly glad to get rid of them all.
For all answer to this she gently laid her hand on his, and said in a low tone, with a quick smile: "My dear Ralph--!"
It was answer enough, and he was quite contented. But he went on in the same way, jocosely, ingenuously: "I"ve seen less of you than I might, but it"s better than nothing. And then I"ve heard a great deal about you."
"I don"t know from whom, leading the life you"ve done."
"From the voices of the air! Oh, from no one else; I never let other people speak of you. They always say you"re "charming," and that"s so flat."
"I might have seen more of you certainly," Isabel said. "But when one"s married one has so much occupation."
"Fortunately I"m not married. When you come to see me in England I shall be able to entertain you with all the freedom of a bachelor." He continued to talk as if they should certainly meet again, and succeeded in making the a.s.sumption appear almost just. He made no allusion to his term being near, to the probability that he should not outlast the summer. If he preferred it so, Isabel was willing enough; the reality was sufficiently distinct without their erecting finger-posts in conversation. That had been well enough for the earlier time, though about this, as about his other affairs, Ralph had never been egotistic.
Isabel spoke of his journey, of the stages into which he should divide it, of the precautions he should take. "Henrietta"s my greatest precaution," he went on. "The conscience of that woman"s sublime."
"Certainly she"ll be very conscientious."
"Will be? She has been! It"s only because she thinks it"s her duty that she goes with me. There"s a conception of duty for you."
"Yes, it"s a generous one," said Isabel, "and it makes me deeply ashamed. I ought to go with you, you know."
"Your husband wouldn"t like that."
"No, he wouldn"t like it. But I might go, all the same."
"I"m startled by the boldness of your imagination. Fancy my being a cause of disagreement between a lady and her husband!"
"That"s why I don"t go," said Isabel simply--yet not very lucidly.
Ralph understood well enough, however. "I should think so, with all those occupations you speak of."
"It isn"t that. I"m afraid," said Isabel. After a pause she repeated, as if to make herself, rather than him, hear the words: "I"m afraid."
Ralph could hardly tell what her tone meant; it was so strangely deliberate--apparently so void of emotion. Did she wish to do public penance for a fault of which she had not been convicted? or were her words simply an attempt at enlightened self-a.n.a.lysis? However this might be, Ralph could not resist so easy an opportunity. "Afraid of your husband?"
"Afraid of myself!" she said, getting up. She stood there a moment and then added: "If I were afraid of my husband that would be simply my duty. That"s what women are expected to be."
"Ah yes," laughed Ralph; "but to make up for it there"s always some man awfully afraid of some woman!"
She gave no heed to this pleasantry, but suddenly took a different turn. "With Henrietta at the head of your little band," she exclaimed abruptly, "there will be nothing left for Mr. Goodwood!"
"Ah, my dear Isabel," Ralph answered, "he"s used to that. There is nothing left for Mr. Goodwood."