with them, for some time, on one side of the room, while Lord Warburton, at a distance, talked to Mrs. Touchett.
"Is it true that your brother is such a great radical?" Isabel asked. She knew it was true, but we have seen that her interest in human nature was keen, and she had a desire to draw the Misses Molyneux out.
"Oh dear, yes; he's immensely advanced," said Mildred, the younger sister.
"At the same time, Warburton is very reasonable," Miss Molyneux observed. Isabel watched him a moment, at the other side of the room; he was evidently trying hard to make himself agreeable to Mrs. Touchett. Ralph was playing with one of the dogs before the fire, which the temperature of an English August, in the ancient, spacious room, had not made an impertinence. "Do you suppose your brother is sincere?" Isabel inquired with a smile.
"Oh, he must be, you know!" Mildred exclaimed, quickly; while the elder sister gazed at our heroine in silence.
"Do you think he would stand the test?"
"The test?"
"I mean, for instance, having to give up all this!"
"Having to give up Lockleigh?" said Miss Molyneux, finding her voice.
"Yes, and the other places; what are they called?"
The two sisters exchanged an almost frightened glance. "Do you mean—do you mean on account of the expense?" the younger one asked.
"I daresay he might let one or two of his houses," said the other.
"Let them for nothing?" Isabel inquired.
