low tone, giving her a little intelligent nod, as he led the party out of the gallery. "There is something the matter with us all."
Isabel came behind these two; Miss Molyneux, who decidedly liked her immensely, had taken her arm, to walk beside her over the polished floor. Lord Warburton strolled on the other side, with his hands behind him, and his eyes lowered. For some moments he said nothing; and then—
"Is it true that you are going to London?" he asked.
"I believe it has been arranged."
"And when shall you come back?"
"In a few days; but probably for a very short time. I am going to Paris with my aunt."
"When, then, shall I see you again?"
"Not for a good while," said Isabel; "but some day or other, I hope."
"Do you really hope it?"
"Very much."
He went a few steps in silence; then he stopped, and put out his hand.
"Good-bye,"
"Good-bye," said Isabel.
Miss Molyneux kissed her again, and she let the two depart; after which, without rejoining Henrietta and Ralph, she retreated to her own room.
In this apartment, before dinner, she was found by Mrs. Touchett, who had stopped on her way to the drawing-room.
"I may as well tell you," said her aunt, "that your uncle has informed me of your relations with Lord Warburton."
Isabel hesitated an instant.
