'I am so sorry,' said the lady, 'but Mr Boncassen has, I think,
just gone out.'
'Indeed! and where is Isabel?'
'Isabel is downstairs,--that is if she hasn't gone out too. She did
talk of going with her father to the Museum. She is getting quite
bookish. She has got a ticket, and goes there, and has all the
things brought to her just like the other learned folk.'
'I am anxious to see her, Mrs Boncassen.'
'My! If she has gone out it will be a pity. She was only saying
yesterday she wouldn't wonder if you shouldn't turn up.'
'Of course I've turned up, Mrs Boncassen. I was here an hour ago.'
'Was it you who called and asked all them questions? My! We
couldn't make out who it was. The man said it was a flurried
young gentleman who wouldn't leave a card,--but who wanted to see
Mr Boncassen most special.'
'It was Isabel I wanted to see. Didn't I leave a card? No; I don't
think I did. I felt so--almost at home, that I didn't think of a
card.'
'That's very kind of you, Lord Silverbridge.'
'I hope you are going to be my friend, Mrs Boncassen.
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