There might be difficulties
before her, but it should not be her fault if she were not as good
as a Countess, and,--when time would have it so,--as good a Duchess
as another.
The visit was not quite in the fashion in which Silverbridge
himself had wished. His idea had been to call for Isabel in his
cab and take her down to Carlton Terrace. 'Mother must go with
me,' she had said. Then he looked blank,--as he could look when he
was disappointed, as he had looked when she would not talk to him
at the lunch, when she told him that it was not her business to
entertain him. 'Don't be selfish,' she added, laughing. 'Do you
think that mother will not want to have seen the house that I am
to live in?'
'She shall come afterwards as often as she likes.'
'What,--paying me morning visits from New York! She must come now,
if you please. Love me, love my mother.'
'I am awfully fond of her,' said Silverbridge, who felt that he
really had behaved well to the old lady.
'So am I,--and therefore she shall go to see the house now. You are
as good as gold,--and do everything just as I tell you.
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