"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."
"Scenery's not my department; I always need a human interest. You
know I'm deeply human, Isabel; I always was," Miss Stackpole rejoined.
"I was going to bring in your cousin- the alienated American.
There's a great demand just now for the alienated American, and your
cousin's a beautiful specimen.
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