Touchett had promised her a
renewed welcome), but to await in London the arrival of the invitation
that Mr. Bantling had promised her from his sister Lady Pensil. Miss
Stackpole related very freely her conversation with Ralph Touchett's
sociable friend and declared to Isabel that she really believed she
had now got hold of something that would lead to something. On the
receipt of Lady Pensil's letter- Mr. Bantling had virtually guaranteed
the arrival of this document- she would immediately depart for
Bedfordshire, and if Isabel cared to look out for her impressions in
the Interviewer she would certainly find them. Henrietta was evidently
going to see something of the inner life this time.
"Do you know where you're drifting, Henrietta Stackpole?" Isabel
asked, imitating the tone in which her friend had spoken the night
before.
"I'm drifting to a big position- that of the Queen of American
Journalism. If my next letter isn't copied all over the West I'll
swallow my pen-wiper!"
She had arranged with her friend Miss Annie Climber, the young
lady of the continental offers, that they should go together to make
those purchases which were to constitute Miss Climber's farewell to
a hemisphere in which she at least had been appreciated; and she
presently repaired to Jermyn Street to pick up her companion.
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