274 THE PORTRAIT OF A LADY. her companions came back, with folded hands, gazing at the ugly carpet. Her agitation for it had not diminished was very still, very deep. That which had happened was something that for a week past her imagination had been going forward to meet ; but here, when it came, she stopped her imagina- tion halted. The working of this young lady's spirit was strange, and I can only give it to you as I see it, not hoping to make it seem altogether natural. Her imagination stopped, as 1 say ; there was a last vague space it could not cross a dusky, uncertain tract which looked ambiguous, and even slightly treacherous, like a moorland seen in the winter twilight. But she was to cross it yet. XXX. UNDER her cousin's escort Isabel returned on the morrow to Florence, and Ralph Touchett, though usually he was not fond of railway journeys, thought very well of the successive hours passed in the train which hurried his companion away from the city now distinguished by Gilbert Osmond's preference hours that were to form the first stage in a still larger scheme of travel. Miss Stackpole had remained behind ; she was planning a little trip to Naples, to be executed with Mr. Bantling's assistance. Isabel was to have but three days in Florence before the 4th of June, the date of Mrs. Touchett's departure, and she determined to devote the last of these to her promise to go and see Pansy Osmond. Her plan, however, seemed for a moment likely to modify itself, in deference to a plan of Madame Merle's. This lady was still at Casa Touchett ; but she too was on the point of leaving Florence, her next station being an ancient castle in the mountains of Tuscany, the residence of a noble family of that country, whose acquaintance (she had known them, as she said, " for ever") seemed to Isabel, in the light of certain photographs of their immense crenellated dwelling which her friend was able to show her, a precious privilege. She mentioned to Madame Merle that Mr. Osmond had asked her to call upon his daughter ; she did not mention to her that he had also made her a declaration of love. " Ah, comme cela se trouve ! " the elder lady exclaimed. " I myself have been thinking it would be a kindness to take a look at the child before I go into the country." " We can go together, then," said Isabel, reasonably. I say
