AS she was much interested in the picturesque, Lord Warburton ventured to express a hope that she would come some day and see his house, which was a very curious old place. He extracted from Mrs. Touchett a promise that she would bring her niece to Lockleigh, and Ralph signified his willingness to attend upon the ladies if his father should be able to spare him. Lord Warburton assured our heroine that in the mean time his sisters would come and see her. She knew something about his sisters, having interrogated him, during the hours they spent together while he was at Gardencourt, on many points connected with his family. When Isabel was interested, she asked a great many questions, and as her companion was a copious talker, she asked him on this occasion by no means in vain. He told her that he had four sisters and two brothers, and had lost both his parents. The brothers and sisters were very good peoplenot particularly clever, you know, he said, but simple and respectable and trustworthy; and he was so good as to hope that Miss Archer should know them well. One of the brothers was in the Church, settled in the parsonage at Lockleigh, which was rather a largeish parish, and was an excellent fellow, in spite of his thinking differently from himself on every conceivable topic. And then Lord Warburton mentioned some of the opinions held by his brother, which were opinions that Isabel had often heard expressed and that she supposed to be entertained by a considerable portion of the human family. Many of them, indeed, she supposed she had held herself, till he assured her that she was quite mistaken, that it was really impossible, that she had doubtless imagined she entertained them, but that she might depend that, if she thought them over a little, she would find there was nothing in them. When she answered that she had already thought several of them over very attentively, he declared that she was only another example of what he had often been struck withthe fact that, of all the people in the world, the Americans were the most grossly superstitious. They were rank Tories and bigots, every one of them; there were no conservatives like American conservatives. Her uncle and her cousin were there to prove it; nothing could be more mediæval than many of their views; they had ideas that people in England now-a-days were ashamed to confess to; and they had the impudence, moreover, said his lordship, laughing, to pretend they know more about the needs and dangers of this poor dear stupid old England than he who was born in it and owned a considerable part of itthe more shame to him! From all of which Isabel gathered that Lord Warburton was a nobleman of the newest pattern, a reformer, a radical, a contemner of ancient ways. His other brother, who was in the army in India, was rather wild and pig-headed, and had not been of much use as yet but to make debts for Warburton to payone of the most precious privileges of an elder brother. I dont think I will pay any more, said Warburton; he lives a monstrous deal better than I do, enjoys unheard-of luxuries, and thinks himself a much finer gentleman than I. As I am a consistent radical, I go in only for equality; I dont go in for the superiority of the younger brothers. Two of his four sisters, the second and fourth, were married, one of them having done very well, as they said, the other only so-so. The husband of the elder, Lord Haycock, was a very good fellow, but unfortunately a horrid Tory; and his wife, like all good English wives, was worse than her husband. The other had espoused a smallish squire in Norfolk, and, though she was married only the other day, had already five children. This information, and much more, Lord Warburton imparted to his young American listener, taking pains to make many things clear and to lay bare to her apprehension the peculiarities of English life. Isabel was often amused at his explicitness and at the small allowance he seemed to make either for her own experience or for her imagination. He thinks I am a barbarian, she said, and that I have never seen forks and spoons; and she used to ask him artless questions for the pleasure of hearing him answer seriously. Then when he had fallen into the trapIts a pity you cant see me in my war-paint and feathers, she remarked; if I had known how kind you are to the poor savages, I would have brought over my national costume! Lord Warburton had travelled through the United States, and knew much more about them than Isabel; he was so good as to say that America was the most charming country in the world, but his recollections of it appeared to encourage the idea that Americans in England would need to have a great many things explained to them. If I had only had you to explain things to me in America! he said. I was rather puzzled in your country; in fact, I was quite bewildered, and the trouble was that the explanations only puzzled me more. You know I think they often gave me the wrong ones on purpose; they are rather clever about that over there. But when I explain, you can trust me; about what I tell you there is no mistake.
There was no mistake at least about his being very intelligent and cultivated, and knowing almost everything in the world. Although he said the most interesting and entertaining things, Isabel perceived that he never said them to exhibit himself, and though he had a great good fortune, he was as far as possible from making a merit of it. He had enjoyed the best things of life, but they had not spoiled his sense of proportion. His composition was a mixture of good-humoured manly force and a modesty that at times was almost boyish; the sweet and wholesome savour of whichit was as agreeable as something tastedlost nothing from the addition of a tone of kindness which was not boyish, inasmuch as there was a good deal of reflection and of conscience in it.
Perhaps he isthough on the whole I dont think so. But in that case, what is more pitiable than a sentient, self-conscious abuse, planted by other hands, deeply rooted, but aching with a sense of its injustice? For me, I could take the poor fellow very seriously; he occupies a position that appeals to my imagination. Great responsibilities, great opportunities, great consideration, great wealth, great power, a natural share in the public affairs of a great country. But he is all in a muddle about himself, his position, his power, and everything else. He is the victim of a critical age; he has ceased to believe in himself, and he doesnt know what, to believe in. When I attempt to tell him (because if I were he, I know very well what I should believe in), he calls me an old-fashioned and narrow-minded person. I believe he seriously thinks me an awful Philistine; he says I dont understand my time. I understand it certainly better than he, who can neither abolish himself as a nuisance nor maintain himself as an institution.
In the afternoon she spent an hour with her uncle on the lawn, where the old man sat, as usual, with his shawl over his legs and his large cup of diluted tea in his hands. In the course of conversation he asked her what she thought of their late visitor.
I dont know which, either. He goes very far, but it is quite possible he doesnt go far enough. He seems to want to do away with a good many things, but he seems to want to remain himself. I suppose that is natural; but it is rather inconsistent.
Well, said the old man, I guess hell stay and amuse his friends. I should certainly miss him very much here at Gardencourt. He always amuses me when he comes over, and I think he amuses himself as well. There is a considerable number like him, round in society; they are very fashionable just now. I dont know what they are trying to dowhether they are trying to get up a revolution; I hope at any rate they will put it off till after I am gone. You see they want to disestablish everything; but Im a pretty big landowner here, and I dont want to be disestablished. I wouldnt have come over if I had thought they were going to behave like that, Mr. Touchett went on, with expanding hilarity. I came over because I thought England was a safe country. I call it a regular fraud, if they are going to introduce any considerable changes; therell be a large number disappointed in that case.
I am both. I think I am a little of everything. In a revolutionafter it was well begunI think I should be a conservative. One sympathises more with them, and they have a chance to behave so picturesquely.
I am afraid, after all, you wont have the pleasure of seeing a revolution here just now, Mr. Touchett went on. If you want to see one, you must pay us a long visit. You see, when you come to the point, it wouldnt suit them to be taken at their word.
Well, I mean Lord Warburton and his friendsthe radicals of the upper class. Of course I only know the way it strikes me. They talk about the changes, but I dont think they quite realise. You and I, you know, we know what it is to have lived under democratic institutions; I always thought them very comfortable, but I was used to them from the first. But then, I aint a lord; youre a lady, my dear, but I aint a lord. Now, over here, I dont think it quite comes home to them. Its a matter of every day and every hour, and I dont think many of them would find it as pleasant as what theyve got. Of course if they want to try, its their own business; but I expect they wont try very hard.
Well, they are very conscientious, Mr. Touchett allowed; but it seems as if they took it out in theories, mostly. Their radical views are a kind of amusement; they have got to have some amusement, and they might have coarser tastes than that. You see they are very luxurious, and these progressive ideas are about their biggest luxury. They make them feel moral, and yet they dont affect their position. They think a great deal of their position; dont let one of them ever persuade you he doesnt, for if you were to proceed on that basis, you would be pulled up very short.
Isabel followed her uncles argument, which he unfolded with his mild, reflective, optimistic accent, most attentively, and though she was unacquainted with the British aristocracy, she found it in harmony with her general impressions of human nature. But she felt moved to put in a protest on Lord Warburtons behalf.
Heaven deliver me from my friends! Mr. Touchett answered. Lord Warburton is a very amiable young mana very fine young man. He has a hundred thousand a year. He owns fifty thousand acres of the soil of this little island. He has half-a-dozen houses to live in. He has a seat in Parliament as I have one at my own dinner-table. He has very cultivated tastescares for literature, for art, for science, for charming young ladies. The most cultivated is his taste for the new views. It affords him a great deal of entertainmentmore perhaps than anything else, except the young ladies. His old house over therewhat does he call it, Lockleigh?is very attractive; but I dont think it is as pleasant as this. That doesnt matter, however, he has got so many others. His views dont hurt any one as far as I can see; they certainly dont hurt himself. And if there were to be a revolution, he would come off very easily; they wouldnt touch him, they would leave him as he is; he is too much liked.