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young woman, a young woman whose attention had wandered and whose charms were greaterthis was an anomaly which for the moment challenged all his ingenuity of interpretation. To read between the lines was easier than to follow the text, and to suppose that Miss Stackpole wished the gentleman invited to Gardencourt on her own account was the sign not so much of a vulgar as of an embarrassed mind. Even from this venial act of vulgarity, however, Ralph was saved, and saved by a force that I can only speak of as inspiration. With no more outward light on the subject than he already possessed he suddenly acquired the conviction that it would be a sovereign injustice to the correspondent of the Interviewer to assign a dishonourable motive to any act of hers. This conviction passed into his mind with extreme rapidity; it was perhaps kindled by the pure radiance of the young ladys imperturbable gaze. He returned this challenge a moment, consciously, resisting an inclination to frown as one frowns in the presence of larger luminaries. Whos the gentleman you speak of? Mr Caspar Goodwoodof Boston. He has been extremely attentive to Isabeljust as devoted to her as he can live. He has followed her out here and hes at present in London. I dont know his address, but I guess I can obtain it. Ive never heard of him, said Ralph. Well, I suppose you havent heard of every one. I dont believe he has ever heard of you; but thats no reason why Isabel shouldnt marry him. Ralph gave a mild ambiguous laugh. What a rage you have for marrying people! Do you remember how you wanted to marry me the other day? Ive got over that. You dont know how to take such ideas. Mr Goodwood does, however; and thats what I like about him. Hes a splendid man and a perfect gentleman, and Isabel knows it. Is she very fond of him? If she isnt she ought to be. Hes simply wrapped up in her. And you wish me to ask him here, said Ralph reflectively. It would be an act of true hospitality. Casper Goodwood, Ralph continuedits rather a striking name. I dont care anything about his name. It might be Ezekiel Jenkins, and I should say the same. Hes the only man I have ever seen whom I think worthy of Isabel. Youre a very devoted friend, said Ralph. Of course I am. If you say that to pour scorn on me I dont care. I dont say it to pour scorn on you; Im very much struck with it. Youre more satiric than ever, but I advise you not to laugh at Mr Goodwood. I assure you Im very serious; you ought to understand that, said Ralph. In a moment his companion understood it. I believe you are; now youre too serious. Youre difficult to please. Oh, youre very serious indeed. You wont invite Mr Goodwood. |
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