Lord Warburton went to the box, where Isabel’s welcome
was as to a friend so honourably old that he vaguely asked
himself what queer temporal province she was annexing. [...]
‘I differ with Miss Stackpole,’ Ralph went on more gravely.
‘I think it very good for you to have means.’
Isabel looked at him with serious eyes. ‘I wonder whether
you know what’s good for me — or whether you care.’
‘If I know depend upon it I care. Shall I tell you what it is?
Not to torm…
‘I hope it won’t ruin you; but it will certainly confirm your dangerous tendencies.’
‘Do you mean the love of luxury — of extravagance?’
‘No, no,’ said Henrietta; ‘I mean your exposure on the moral side. I approve of luxury; I think we ought to be as elegant as possible. Look at the luxury of…
[...] She was always at home on Sunday afternoons and surrounded by sympathetic compatriots, usually the same. In fact she was at home at all times, and reproduced with wondrous truth in her well-cushioned little corner of the brilliant city, the domestic tone of her native Baltimore. This reduced …
‘I know what you’re going to say — he was a very good man. But I know it better than any one, because I gave him more chance to show it. In that I think I was a good wife.’ Mrs Touchett added that at the end her husband apparently recognised the fact. ‘He has treated me most liberally,’ she said; ‘…
