"Oh, I see; I dare say you found it very quiet at Gardencourt.
Naturally there's not much going on there when there's such a lot of
illness about. Touchett's very bad, you know; the doctors have
forbidden his being in England at all, and he has only come back to
take care of his father. The old man, I believe, has half a dozen
things the matter with him. They call it gout, but to my certain
knowledge he has organic disease so developed that you may depend upon
it he'll go, some day soon, quite quickly. Of course that sort of
thing makes a dreadfully dull house; I wonder they have people when
they can do so little for them. Then I believe Mr. Touchett's always
squabbling with his wife; she lives away from her husband, you know,
in that extraordinary American way of yours. If you want a house where
there's always something going on, I recommend you to go down and stay
with my sister, Lady Pensil, in Bedfordshire. I'll write to her
tomorrow and I'm sure she'll be delighted to ask you. I know just what
you want- you want a house where they go in for theatricals and
picnics and that sort of thing. My sister's just that sort of woman;
she's always getting up something or other and she's always glad to
have the sort of people who help her.
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