"I don't understand Ralph's plan; it seems to me very wild," she
said.
"I was glad to think of him between those thick walls at
Gardencourt."
"He was completely alone there; the thick walls were his only
company."
"You went to see him; you've been extremely kind."
"Oh dear, I had nothing to do," said Lord Warburton.
"We hear, on the contrary, that you're doing great things. Every one
speaks of you as a great statesman, and I'm perpetually seeing your
name in the Times, which, by the way, doesn't appear to hold it in
reverence. You're apparently as wild a radical as ever."
"I don't feel nearly so wild; you know the world has come round to
me. Touchett and I have kept up a sort of parliamentary debate all the
way from London. I tell him he's the last of the Tories, and he
calls me the King of the Goths-says I have, down to the details of
my personal appearance, every sign of the brute. So you see there's
life in him yet."
Isabel had many questions to ask about Ralph, but she abstained from
asking them all. She would see for herself on the morrow. She
perceived that after a little Lord Warburton would tire of that
subject-he had a conception of other possible topics.
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