298 THE PORTRAIT OF A LADY. 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 turn- ing 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. " I am sorry I waked you," Isabel said ; " you look tired." " I feel tired. But I was not asleep. I was thinking of you." " Are you tired of that 1 " " Yery much so. It leads to nothing. The road is long and I never arrive." "What do you wish to arrive at?" Isabel said, closing her parasol. " At the point of expressing to myself properly what I think of your engagement." " Don't think too much of it," said Isabel, lightly. " Do you mean that it's none of my business f " " Beyond a certain point, yes." " That's the point I wish to fix. I had an idea that you have found me wanting in good manners ; I have never congratulated you." " Of course I have noticed that ; I wondered why you were silent." " There have been a good many reasons ; I will tell you now," said Ralph. 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.
