| 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; the warm shade was motionless, and the hot light made it pleasant. 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 was visibly preoccupied. But she had attributed his long reveries partly to the languor of his increased weakness, partly to his being troubled about certain arrangements he had made as to the property inherited from his father—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 he took no more interest in the bank than in the state of Patagonia. | 1 |
| “I am sorry I waked you,” Isabel said; “you look tired.” | 2 |
| “I feel tired. But I was not asleep. I was thinking of you.” | 3 |
| “Are you tired of that?” | 4 |
| “Very much so. It leads to nothing. The road is long and I never arrive.” | 5 |
| “What do you wish to arrive at?” Isabel said, closing her parasol. | 6 |
| “At the point of expressing to myself properly what I think of your engagement.” | 7 |
| “Don’t think too much of it,” said Isabel, lightly. | 8 |
| “Do you mean that it’s none of my business?” | 9 |
| “Beyond a certain point, yes.” | 10 |
| “That’s the point I was to fix. I had an idea that you have found me wanting in good manners; I have never congratulated you.” | 11 |
| “Of course I have noticed that; I wondered why you were silent.” | 12 |
| “There have been a good many reasons; I will tell you now,” said Ralph. | 13 |
| He pulled off his hat and laid it on the ground; then he sat looking at her. He leaned back, with his head against the marble pedestal of Terpsichore, his arms dropped on either side of him, his hands laid upon the sides of his wide chair. He looked awkward, uncomfortable; he hesitated for a long time. 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 ingenious purpose. | 14 |
| “I think I have hardly got over my surprise,” he said at last. “You were the last person I expected to see caught.” | 15 |
| “I don’t know why you call it caught.” | 16 |
| “Because you are going to be put into a cage.” | 17 |
| “If I like my cage, that needn’t trouble you,” said Isabel. | 18 |
| “That’s what I wonder at; that’s what I have been thinking of.” | 19 |
| “If you have been thinking, you may imagine how I have thought! I am satisfied that I am doing well.” | 20 |
| “You must have changed immensely. A year ago you valued your liberty beyond everything. You wanted only to see life.” | 21 |
| “I have seen it,” said Isabel. “It doesn’t seem to me so charming.” | 22 |
| “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.” | 23 |
| “I have seen that one can’t do that. One must choose a corner and cultivate that.” | 24 |
| “That’s what I think. And one must choose a good corner. I had no 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.” | 25 |
| “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?” | 26 |
| “I should have said—‘Wait a little longer.’” | 27 |
| “Wait for what?” | 28 |
| “Well, for a little more light,” said Ralph, with a rather absurd smile, while his hands found their way into his pockets. | 29 |
| “Where should my light have come from? From you?” | 30 |
| “I might have struck a spark or two!” | 31 |
| Isabel had drawn off her gloves; she smoothed them out as they lay upon her knee. The gentleness of this movement was accidental, for her expression was not conciliatory. | 32 |
| “You are beating about the bush, Ralph. You wish to say that you don’t like Mr. Osmond, and yet you are afraid.” | 33 |
| “I am afraid of you, not of him. If you marry him it won’t be a nice thing to have said.” | 34 |
| “If I marry him! Have you had any expectation of dissuading me?” | 35 |
| “Of course that seems to you too fatuous.” | 36 |
| “No,” said Isabel, after a little; “it seems to me touching.” | 37 |
| “That’s the same thing. It makes me so ridiculous that you pity me.” | 38 |
| Isabel stroked out her long gloves again. | 39 |
| “I know you have a great affection for me. I can’t get rid of that.” | 40 |
| “For heaven’s sake don’t try. Keep that well in sight. It will convince you how intensely I want you to do well.” | 41 |
| “And how little you trust me!” | 42 |
| There was a moment’s silence; the warm noon-tide seemed to listen. | 43 |
| “I trust you, but I don’t trust him,” said Ralph. | 44 |
| Isabel raised her eyes and gave him a wide, deep look. | 45 |
| “You have said it now; you will suffer for it.” | 46 |
| “Not if you are just.” | 47 |
| “I am very just,” said Isabel. “What better proof of it can there be than that I am not angry with you? I don’t know what is the matter with me, but I am 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 have nothing to gain, I know that. I have never been so nice to you, as a girl, that you should have much reason for wishing me to remain one. You give very good advice; you have often done so. No, I am very quiet; I have always believed in your wisdom,” Isabel went on, boasting of her quietness, yet speaking with a kind of contained exaltation. It was her passionate desire to be just; it touched Ralph to the heart, affected him like a caress from a creature he had injured. He wished to interrupt, to reassure, her; for a moment he was absurdly inconsistent; he would have retracted what he had said. But she gave him no chance; she went on, having caught a glimpse, as she thought, of the heroic line, and desiring to advance in that direction. “ I see you have got some idea; I should like very much to hear it. I am sure it’s disinterested; I feel that. It seems a strange thing to argue about, and of course I ought to tell you definitely that if you expect to dissuade me you may give it up. You will not move me at all; it is too late. As you say, I am caught. Certainly it won’t be pleasant for you to remember this, but your pain will be in your own thoughts. I shall never reproach you.” | 48 |
| “I don’t think you ever will,” said Ralph. “It is not in the least the sort of marriage I thought you would make.” | 49 |
| “What sort of marriage was that, pray?” | 50 |
| “Well, I can hardly say. I hadn’t exactly a positive view of it, but I had a negative. I didn’t think you would marry a man like Mr. Osmond.” | 51 |
| “What do you know against him? You know him scarcely at all.” | 52 |
| “Yes,” Ralph said, “I know him very little, and I know nothing against him. But all the same I can’t help feeling that you are running a risk.” | 53 |
| “Marriage is always a risk, and his risk is as great as mine.” | 54 |
| “That’s his affair! If he is afraid, let him recede; I wish he would.” | 55 |
| Isabel leaned back in her chair, folded her arms, and gazed a while at her cousin. | 56 |
| “I don’t think I understand you,” she said at last, coldly. “I don’t know what you are talking about.” | 57 |
| “I thought you would marry a man of more importance.” | 58 |
| Cold, I say, her tone had been, but at this a colour like a flame leaped into her face. | 59 |
| “Of more importance to whom? It seems to me enough that one’s husband should be important to one’s self!” | 60 |
| Ralph blushed as well; his attitude embarrassed him. Physically speaking, he proceeded to change it; he straightened himself, then leaned forward, resting a hand on each knee. He fixed his eyes on the ground; he had an air of the most respectful deliberation. | 61 |
| “I will tell you in a moment what I mean,” he presently said. He felt agitated, intensely eager; now that he had opened the discussion he wished to discharge his mind. But he wished also to be superlatively gentle. | 62 |
| Isabel waited a little, and then she went on, with majesty. | 63 |
| “In everything that makes one care for people, Mr. Osmond is pre-eminent. There may be nobler natures, but I have never had the pleasure of meeting one. Mr. Osmond is the best I know; he is important enough for me.” | 64 |
| “I had a sort of vision of your future,” Ralph said, without answering this; “I amused myself with planning out a kind of destiny for you. There was to be nothing of this sort in it. You were not to come down so easily, so soon.” | 65 |
| “To come down? What strange expressions you use! Is that your description of my marriage?” | 66 |
| “It expresses my idea of it. You seemed to me to be soaring far up in the blue—to be sailing in the bright light, over the heads of men. Suddenly some one tosses up a faded rosebud—a missile that should never have reached you—and down you drop to the ground. It hurts me,” said Ralph, audaciously, “as if I had fallen myself!” | 67 |
| The look of pain and bewilderment deepened in his companion’s face. | 68 |
| “I don’t understand you in the least,” she repeated. “You say you amused yourself with planning out my future—I don’t understand that. Don’t amuse yourself too much, or I shall think you are doing it at my expense.” | 69 |
| Ralph shook his head. | 70 |
| “I am not afraid of your not believing that I have had great ideas for you.” | 71 |
| “What do you mean by my soaring and sailing?” the girl asked. “I have never moved on a higher line than I am moving on now. There is nothing higher for a girl than to marry a—a person she likes,” said poor Isabel, wandering into the didactic. | 72 |
| “It’s your liking the person we speak of that I venture to criticise, my dear Isabel! I should have said that the man for you would have been a more active, larger, freer sort of nature.” Ralph hesitated a moment, then he added, “I can’t get over the belief that there’s something small in Osmond.” | 73 |
| He had uttered these last words with a tremor of the voice; he was afraid that she would flash out again. But to his surprise she was quiet; she had the air of considering. | 74 |
| “Something small?” she said reflectively. | 75 |
| “I think he’s narrow, selfish. He takes himself so seriously!” | 76 |
| “He has a great respect for himself; I don’t blame him for that,” said Isabel. “It’s the proper way to respect others.” | 77 |
| Ralph for a moment felt almost reassured by her reasonable tone. | 78 |
| “Yes, but everything is relative; one ought to feel one’s relations. I don’t think Mr. Osmond does that.” | 79 |
| “I have chiefly to do with the relation in which he stands to me. In that he is excellent.” | 80 |
| “He is the incarnation of taste,” Ralph went on, thinking hard how he could best express Gilbert Osmond’s sinister attributes without putting himself in the wrong by seeming to describe him coarsely. He wished to describe him impersonally, scientifically. “He judges and measures, approves and condemns, altogether by that.” | 81 |
| “It is a happy thing then that his tastes should be exquisite.” | 82 |
| “It is exquisite, indeed, since it has led him to select you as his wife. But have you ever seen an exquisite taste ruffled?” | 83 |
| “I hope it may never be my fortune to fail to gratify my husband’s.” | 84 |
| At these words a sudden passion leaped to Ralph’s lips. “Ah, that’s wilful, that’s unworthy of you!” he cried. “You were not meant to be measured in that way—you were meant for something better than to keep guard over the sensibilities of a sterile dilettante!” | 85 |
| Isabel rose quickly and Ralph did the same, so that they stood for a moment looking at each other as if he had flung down a defiance or an insult. | 86 |
| “You go too far,” she murmured. | 87 |
| “I have said what I had on my mind—and I have said it because I love you!” | 88 |
| Isabel turned pale: was he too on that tiresome list? She had a sudden wish to strike him off. “Ah then, you are not disinterested!” | 89 |
| “I love you, but I love without hope,” said Ralph quickly, forcing a smile, and feeling that in that last declaration he had expressed more than he intended. | 90 |
| Isabel moved away and stood looking into the sunny stillness of the garden; but after a little she turned back to him. “ I am afraid your talk, then, is the wildness of despair. I don’t understand it—but it doesn’t matter. I am not arguing with you; it is impossible that I should; I have only tried to listen to you. I am much obliged to you for attempting to explain,” she said gently, as if the anger with which she had just sprung up had already subsided. “It is very good of you to try to warn me, if you are really alarmed. But I won’t promise to think of what you have said; I shall forget it as soon as possible. Try and forget it yourself; you have done your duty, and no man can do more. I can’t explain to you what I feel, what I believe, and I wouldn’t if I could.” She paused a moment, and then she went on, with an inconsequence that Ralph observed even in the midst of his eagerness to discover some symptom of concession. “I can’t enter into your idea of Mr. Osmond; I can’t do it justice, because I see him in quite another way. He is not important—no, he is not important; he is a man to whom importance is supremely indifferent. If that is what you mean when you call him ‘small,’ then he is as small as you please. I call that large—it’s the largest thing I know. I won’t pretend to argue with you about a person I am going to marry,” Isabel repeated. “I am not in the least concerned to defend Mr. Osmond; he is not so weak as to need my defence. I should think it would seem strange, even to yourself, that I should talk of him so quietly and coldly, as if he were any one else. I would not talk of him at all, to any one but you; and you, after what you have said—I may just answer you once for all. Pray, would you wish me to make a mercenary marriage—what they call a marriage of ambition? I have only one ambition—to be free to follow out a good feeling. I had others once; but they have passed away. Do you complain of Mr. Osmond because he is not rich? That is just what I like him for. I have fortunately money enough; I have never felt so thankful for it as to-day. There have been moments when I should like to go and kneel down by your father’s grave; he did perhaps a better thing than he knew when he put it into my power to marry a poor man—a man who has borne his poverty with such dignity, with such indifference. Mr. Osmond has never scrambled nor struggled—he has cared for no worldly prize. If that is to be narrow, if that is to be selfish, then it’s very well. I am not frightened by such words, I am not even displeased; I am only sorry that you should make a mistake. Others might have done so, but I am surprised that you should. You might know a gentleman when you see one—you might know a fine mind. Mr. Osmond makes no mistakes! He knows everything, he understands everything, he has the kindest, gentlest, highest spirit. You have got hold of some false idea; it’s a pity, but I can’t help it; it regards you more than me.” Isabel paused a moment, looking at her cousin with an eye illuminated by a sentiment which contradicted the careful calmness of her manner—a mingled sentiment, to which the angry pain excited by his words and the wounded pride of having needed to justify a choice of which she felt only the nobleness and purity, equally contributed. Though she paused, Ralph said nothing; he saw she had more to say. She was superb, but she was eager; she was indifferent, but she was secretly trembling. “What sort of a person should you have liked me to marry?” she asked suddenly. “You talk about one’s soaring and sailing, but if one marries at all one touches the earth. One has human feelings and needs, one has a heart in one’s bosom, and one must marry a particular individual. Your mother has never forgiven me for not having come to a better understanding with Lord Warburton, and she is horrified at my contenting myself with a person who has none of Lord Warburton’s great advantages—no property, no title, no honours, no houses, nor lands, nor position, nor reputation, nor brilliant belongings of any sort. It is the total absence of all these things that pleases me. Mr. Osmond is simply a man—he is not a proprietor!” | 91 |
| Ralph had listened with great attention, as if everything she said merited deep consideration; but in reality he was only half thinking of the things she said, he was for the rest simply accommodating himself to the weight of his total impression—the impression of her passionate good faith. She was wrong, but she believed; she was deluded, but she was consistent. It was wonderfully characteristic of her that she had invented a fine theory about Gilbert Osmond, and loved him, not for what he really possessed, but for his very poverties dressed out as honours. Ralph remembered what he had said to his father about wishing to put it into Isabel’s power to gratify her imagination. He had done so, and the girl had taken full advantage of the privilege. | 92 |
| Poor Ralph felt sick; he felt ashamed. Isabel had uttered her last words with a low solemnity of conviction which virtually terminated the discussion, and she closed it formally by turning away and walking back to the house. Ralph walked beside her, and they passed into the court together and reached the big staircase. Here Ralph stopped, and Isabel paused, turning on him a face full of a deep elation at his opposition having made her own conception of her conduct more clear to her. | 93 |
| “Shall you not come up to breakfast?” she asked. | 94 |
| “No; I want no breakfast, I am not hungry.” | 95 |
| “You ought to eat,” said the girl; “you live on air.” | 96 |
| “I do, very much, and I shall go back into the garden and take another mouthful of it. I came thus far simply to say this. I said to you last year that if you were to get into trouble I should feel terribly sold. That’s how I feel to-day.” | 97 |
| “Do you think I am in trouble?” | 98 |
| “One is in trouble when one is in error.” | 99 |
| “Very well,” said Isabel; “I shall never complain of my trouble to you!” And she moved up the staircase. | 100 |
| Ralph, standing there with his hands in his pockets, followed her with his eyes; then the lurking chill of the high-walled court struck him and made him shiver, so that he returned to the garden, to breakfast on the Florentine sunshine. | 101 |
