"I can't fancy his giving up his property," said Miss Molyneux.
"Ah, I am afraid he is an impostor!" Isabel exclaimed. "Don't you think it's a false position?"
Her companions, evidently, were rapidly getting bewildered. "My brother's position?" Miss Molyneux inquired.
"It's thought a very good position," said the younger sister. "It's the first position in the county."
"I suspect you think me very irreverent," Isabel took occasion to observe. "I suppose you revere your brother, and are rather afraid of him."
"Of course one looks up to one's brother," said Miss Molyneux, simply.
"If you do that, he must be very good—because you, evidently, are very good."
"He is most kind. It will never be known, the good he does."
"His ability is known," Mildred added; "every one thinks it's immense."
"Oh, I can see that," said Isabel. "But if I were he, I should wish to be a conservative. I should wish to keep everything."
"I think one ought to be liberal," Mildred argued, gently. "We have always been so, even from the earliest times."
"Ah well," said Isabel, "you have made a great success of it; I don't wonder you like it. I see you are very fond of crewels."
When Lord Warburton showed her the house, after lunch, it seemed to her a matter of course that it should be a noble picture. Within, it had been a good deal modernised—some of its best points had lost their purity; but as they saw it from the gardens, a stout, grey pile, of the softest, deepest, most weather-fretted hue, rising from a broad, still moat, it seemed to Isabel
