"
"Well, you've been on your guard- intensely. I suppose it's
natural to you; that's just what I wanted to observe. And so, too,
Miss Molyneux- she wouldn't commit herself. You have been warned,
anyway," Henrietta continued, addressing this young lady; "but for you
it wasn't necessary."
"I hope not," said Miss Molyneux vaguely.
"Miss Stackpole takes notes," Ralph soothingly explained. "She's a
great satirist; she sees through us all and she works us up."
"Well, I must say I never have had such a collection of had
material!" Henrietta declared, looking from Isabel to Lord Warburton
and from this nobleman to his sister and to Ralph. "There's
something the matter with you all; you're as dismal as if you had
got a bad cable."
"You do see through us, Miss Stackpole," said Ralph in a low tone,
giving her a little intelligent nod as he led the party out of the
gallery. "There's something the matter with us all."
Isabel came behind these two; Miss Molyneux, who decidedly liked her
immensely, had taken her arm, to walk beside her over the polished
floor. Lord Warburton strolled on the other side with his hands behind
him and his eyes lowered.
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