IX.
One day, toward the end of February, Ralph Touchett made up his mind to return to England. He had his own reasons for this decision, which he was not bound to communicate; but Henrietta Stackpole, to whom he mentioned his intention, flattered herself that she guessed them. She forbore to express them, however; she only said, after a moment, as she sat by his sofa—
"I suppose you know that you can't go alone?"
"I have no idea of doing that," Ralph answered. "I shall have people with me."
"What do you mean by 'people'? Servants, whom you pay?"
"Ah," said Ealph, jocosely, "after all, they are human beings."
"Are there any women among them?" Miss Stackpole inquired, calmly.
"You speak as if I had a dozen! No, I confess I haven't a soubrette in my employment."
"Well," said Henrietta, tranquilly, "you can't go to England that way. You must have a woman's care."
"I have had so much of yours for the past fortnight that it will last me a good while."
"You have not had enough of it yet. I guess I will go with you," said Henrietta.
