You shall separate from nothing whatever- not
even from your friend Miss Stackpole."
"She'd never approve of it," said Isabel, trying to smile and take
advantage of this side-issue; despising herself too, not a little, for
doing so.
"Are we speaking of Miss Stackpole?" his lordship asked impatiently.
"I never saw a person judge things on such theoretic grounds."
"Now I suppose you're speaking of me," said Isabel with humility;
and she turned away again, for she saw Miss Molyneux enter the
gallery, accompanied by Henrietta and by Ralph.
Lord Warburton's sister addressed him with a certain timidity and
reminded him she ought to return home in time for tea, as she was
expecting company to partake of it. He made no answer- apparently
not having heard her; he was preoccupied, and with good reason. Miss
Molyneux- as if he had been Royalty- stood like a lady-in-waiting.
"Well, I never, Miss Molyneux!" said Henrietta Stackpole. "If I
wanted to go he'd have to go. If I wanted my brother to do a thing
he'd have to do it."
"Oh, Warburton does everything one wants," Miss Molyneux answered
with a quick, shy laugh. "How very many pictures you have!" she went
on, turning to Ralph.
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