"I don't exactly know what passed between them. But she gave him
no satisfaction- she sent him back to America."
"Poor Mr. Goodwood!" Ralph sighed.
"Her only idea seems to be to get rid of him," Henrietta went on.
"Poor Mr. Goodwood!" Ralph repeated. The exclamation, it must be
confessed, was automatic; it failed exactly to express his thoughts,
which were taking another line.
"You don't say that as if you felt it. I don't believe you care."
"Ah," said Ralph, "you must remember that I don't know this
interesting young man- that I've never seen him."
"Well, I shall see him, and I shall tell him not to give up. If I
didn't believe Isabel would come round," Miss Stackpole added-
"well, I'd give up myself. I mean I'd give her up!"
CHAPTER 18
It had occurred to Ralph that, in the conditions, Isabel's parting
with her friend might be of a slightly embarrassed nature, and he went
down to the door of the hotel in advance of his cousin, who, after a
slight delay, followed with the traces of an unaccepted
remonstrance, as he thought, in her eyes. The two made the journey
to Gardencourt in almost unbroken silence, and the servant who met
them at the station had no better news to give them of Mr.
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