He asked himself what it signified to him whether
Isabel's admirers should be desperadoes or laggards; they were not
rivals of his and were perfectly welcome to act out their genius.
Nevertheless he felt much curiosity as to the result of Miss
Stackpole's promised enquiry into the causes of Mr. Goodwood's
stiffness- a curiosity for the present ungratified, inasmuch as when
he asked her three days later if she had written to London she was
obliged to confess she had written in vain. Mr. Goodwood had not
replied.
"I suppose he's thinking it over," she said; "he thinks everything
over; he's not really at all impetuous. But I'm accustomed to having
my letters answered the same day." She presently proposed to Isabel,
at all events, that they should make an excursion to London
together. "If I must tell the truth," she observed, "I'm not seeing
much at this place, and I shouldn't think you were either. I've not
even seen that aristocrat- what's his name?- Lord Washburton. He seems
to let you severely alone."
"Lord Warburton's coming to-morrow, I happen to know," replied her
friend, who had received a note from the master of Lockleigh in answer
to her own letter.
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