For some moments he said nothing; and
then, "Is it true you're going to London?" he asked.
"I believe it has been arranged."
"And when shall you come back?"
"In a few days; but probably for a very short time. I'm going to
Paris with my aunt."
"When, then, shall I see you again?"
"Not for a good while," said Isabel. "But some day or other, I
hope."
"Do you really hope it?"
"Very much."
He went a few steps in silence; then he stopped and put out his
hand. "Good-bye."
"Good-bye," said Isabel.
Miss Molyneux kissed her again, and she let the two depart. After
it, without rejoining Henrietta and Ralph, she retreated to her own
room; in which apartment, before dinner, she was found by Mrs.
Touchett, who had stopped on her way to the saloon. "I may as well
tell you," said that lady, "that your uncle has informed me of your
relations with Lord Warburton."
Isabel considered. "Relations? They're hardly relations. That's
the strange part of it: he has seen me but three or four times."
"Why did you tell your uncle rather than me?" Mrs. Touchett
dispassionately asked.
Again the girl hesitated. "Because he knows Lord Warburton better.
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