"
Isabel blushed a little as she concluded this speech, and the blush,
together with the momentary ardour she had thrown into it, was so
becoming to her that Ralph stood smiling at her for a moment after she
had ceased speaking. "I'm not sure the Pacific's so green as that," he
said; "but you're a young woman of imagination. Henrietta, however,
does smell of the Future- it almost knocks one down!"
CHAPTER 11
He took a resolve after this not to misinterpret her words even when
Miss Stackpole appeared to strike the personal note most strongly.
He bethought himself that persons, in her view, were simple and
homogeneous organisms, and that he, for his own part, was too
perverted a representative of the nature of man to have a right to
deal with her in strict reciprocity. He carried out his resolve with a
great deal of tact, and the young lady found in renewed contact with
him no obstacle to the exercise of her genius for unshrinking enquiry,
the general application of her confidence. Her situation at
Gardencourt therefore, appreciated as we have seen her to be by Isabel
and full of appreciation herself of that free play of intelligence
which, to her sense, rendered Isabel's character a sister-spirit,
and of the easy venerableness of Mr.
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