“ I myself have been thinking it would be a kindness to take a look at the child before I go into the country.” comme cela se trouve ! ” the elder lady exclaimed. Osmond had asked her to call upon his daughter she did not mention to her that he had also made her a declaration of love. This lady was still at Casa Touchett but she too was on the point of leaving Florence, her next station being an ancient castle in the mountains of Tuscany, the residence of a noble family of that country, whose acquaintance (she had known them, as she said, “ forever ”) seemed to Isabel, in the light of certain photographs of their immense crenelated dwelling which her friend was able to show her, a precious privilege. Her plan, however, seemed for a moment likely to modify itself, in deference to a plan of Madame Merle’s. Touchett’s departure, and she determined to devote the last of these to her promise to go and see Pansy Osmond. Isabel was to have but three days in Florence before the 4th of June, the date of Mrs. Miss Stackpole had remained behind she was planning a little trip to Naples, to be executed with Mr. UNDER her cousin’s escort Isabel returned on the morrow to Florence, and Ralph Touchett, though usually he was not fond of railway journeys, thought very well of the successive hours passed in the train which hurried his companion away from the city now distinguished by Gilbert Osmond’s preference, - hours that were to form the first stage in a still larger scheme of travel.
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