One morning, on her return from her drive, some half-hour before luncheon, she quitted her vehicle in the court of the palace and, instead of ascending the great staircase, crossed the court, passed beneath another archway and entered the garden.A sweeter spot at this moment could not have been imagined.The stillness of noontide hung over it, and the warm shade, enclosed and still, made bowers like spacious caves.Ralph was sitting there in the clear gloom, at the base of a statue of Terpsichore-a dancing nymph with taper fingers and inflated draperies in the manner of Bernini; the extreme relaxation of his attitude suggested at first to Isabel that he was asleep.Her light footstep on the grass had not roused him, and before turning away she stood for a moment looking at him.During this instant he opened his eyes; upon which she sat down on a rustic chair that matched with his own.Though in her irritation she had accused him of indifference she was not blind to the fact that he had visibly had something to brood over.But she had explained his air of absence partly by the languor of his increased weakness, partly by worries connected with the property inherited from his father-the fruit of eccentric arrangements of which Mrs.Touchett disapproved and which, as she had told Isabel, now encountered opposition from the other partners in the bank.He ought to have gone to England, his mother said, instead of coming to Florence; he had not been there for months, and took no more interest in the bank than in the state of Patagonia.
"I'm sorry I waked you," Isabel said; "you look too tired.""I feel too tired.But I was not asleep.I was thinking of you.""Are you tired of that?"
"Very much so.It leads to nothing.The road's long and I never arrive.""What do you wish to arrive at?" she put to him, closing her parasol.
"At the point of expressing to myself properly what I think of your engagement.""Don't think too much of it," she lightly returned.
"Do you mean that it's none of my business?""Beyond a certain point, yes."
"That's the point I want to fix.I had an idea you may have found me wanting in good manners.I've never congratulated you.""Of course I've noticed that.I wondered why you were silent.""There have been a good many reasons.I'll tell you now," Ralph said.He pulled off his hat and laid it on the ground; then he sat looking at her.He leaned back under the protection of Bernini, his head against his marble pedestal, his arms dropped on either side of him, his hands laid upon the rests of his wide chair.He looked awkward, uncomfortable; he hesitated long.Isabel said nothing; when people were embarrassed she was usually sorry for them, but she was determined not to help Ralph to utter a word that should not be to the honour of her high decision."I think I've hardly got over my surprise," he went on at last."You were the last person I expected to see caught.""I don't know why you call it caught."
"Because you're going to be put into a cage.""If I like my cage, that needn't trouble you," she answered.
"That's what I wonder at; that's what I've been thinking of.""If you've been thinking you may imagine how I've thought! I'm satisfied that I'm doing well.""You must have changed immensely.A year ago you valued your liberty beyond everything.You wanted only to see life.""I've seen it," said Isabel."It doesn't look to me now, I admit, such an inviting expanse.""I don't pretend it is; only I had an idea that you took a genial view of it and wanted to survey the whole field.""I've seen that one can't do anything so general.One must choose a corner and cultivate that.""That's what I think.And one must choose as good a corner as possible.I had an idea, all winter, while I read your delightful letters, that you were choosing.You said nothing about it, and your silence put me off my guard.""It was not a matter I was likely to write to you about.Besides, I knew nothing of the future.It has all come lately.If you had been on your guard, however," Isabel asked, "what would you have done?""I should have said 'Wait a little longer.'
"Wait for what?"
"Well, for a little more light," said Ralph with rather an absurd smile, while his hands found their way into his pockets.
"Where should my light have come from? From you?""I might have struck a spark or two."
Isabel had drawn off her gloves; she smoothed them out as they lay upon her knee.The mildness of this movement was accidental, for her expression was not conciliatory."You're beating about the bush, Ralph.You wish to say you don't like Mr.Osmond, and yet you're afraid."'Willing to wound and yet afraid to strike'? I'm willing to wound him, yes-but not to wound you.I'm afraid of you, not of him.If you marry him it won't be a fortunate way for me to have spoken.""If I marry him! Have you had any expectation of dissuading me?""Of course that seems to you too fatuous.""No," said Isabel after a little; "it seems to me too touching.""That's the same thing.It makes me so ridiculous that you pity me."She stroked out her long gloves again."I know you've a great affection for me.I can't get rid of that.""For heaven's sake don't try.Keep that well in sight.It will convince you how intensely I want you to do well.""And how little you trust me!"
There was a moment's silence; the warm noon-tide seemed to listen.
"I trust you, but I don't trust him," said Ralph.
She raised her eyes and gave him a wide, deep look."You've said it now, and I'm glad you've made it so clear.But you'll suffer by it.""Not if you're just."
"I'm very just," said Isabel."What better proof of it can there be than that I'm not angry with you? I don't know what's the matter with me, but I'm not.I was when you began, but it has passed away.
Perhaps I ought to be angry, but Mr.Osmond wouldn't think so.He wants me to know everything; that's what I like him for.You've nothing to gain, I know that.I've never been so nice to you, as a girl, that you should have much reason for wishing me to remain one.
