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The two amused themselves, time and again, with talking of the attitude of the British public as if the young lady had been in a position to appeal to it; but in fact the British public remained for the present profoundly indifferent to Miss Isabel Archer, whose fortune had dropped her, as her cousin said, into the dullest house in England.Her gouty uncle received very little company, and Mrs.

Touchett, not having cultivated relations with her husband's neighbours, was not warranted in expecting visits from them.She had, however, a peculiar taste; she liked to receive cards.For what is usually called social intercourse she had very little relish; but nothing pleased her more than to find her hall-table whitened with oblong morsels of symbolic pasteboard.She flattered herself that she was a very just woman, and had mastered the sovereign truth that nothing in this world is got for nothing.She had played no social part as mistress of Gardencourt, and it was not to be supposed that, in the surrounding country, a minute account should be kept of her comings and goings.But it is by no means certain that she did not feel it to be wrong that so little notice was taken of them and that her failure (really very gratuitous) to make herself important in the neighbourhood had, not much to do with the acrimony of her allusions to her husband's adopted country.Isabel presently found herself in the singular situation of defending the British constitution against her aunt; Mrs.Touchett having formed the habit of sticking pins into this venerable instrument.Isabel always felt an impulse to pull out the pins; not that she imagined they inflicted any damage on the tough old parchment, but because it seemed to her aunt might make better use of her sharpness.She was very critical herself-it was incidental to her age, her sex and her nationality; but she was very sentimental as well, and there was something in Mrs.Touchett's dryness that set her own moral fountains flowing.

"Now what's your point of view?" she asked of her aunt."When you criticize everything here you should have a point of view.Yours doesn't seem to be American- you thought everything over there so disagreeable.When I criticize I have mine; it's thoroughly American!""My dear young lady," said Mrs.Touchett, "there are as many points of view in the world as there are people of sense to take them.

You may say that doesn't make them very numerous! American? Never in the world; that's shockingly narrow.My point of view, thank God, is personal!"Isabel thought this a better answer than she admitted; it was a tolerable description of her own manner of judging, but it would not have sounded well for her to say so.On the lips of a person less advanced in life and less enlightened by experience than Mrs.Touchett such a declaration would savour of immodesty, even of arrogance.She risked it nevertheless in talking with Ralph, with whom she talked a great deal and with whom her conversation was of a sort that gave a large license to extravagance.Her cousin used, as the phrase is, to chaff her; he very soon established with her a reputation for treating everything as a joke, and he was not a man to neglect the privileges such a reputation conferred.She accused him of an odious want of seriousness, of laughing at all things, beginning with himself.Such slender faculty of reverence as he possessed centred wholly upon his father; for the rest, he exercised his wit indifferently upon his father's son, this gentleman's weak lungs, his useless life, his fantastic mother, his friends (Lord Warburton in especial), his adopted, and his native country, his charming new-found cousin."Ikeep a band of music in my ante-room," he said once to her."It has orders to play without stopping; it renders me two excellent services.

It keeps the sounds of the world from reaching the private apartments, and it makes the world think that dancing's going on within." It was dance-music indeed that you usually heard when you came within ear-shot of Ralph's band; the liveliest waltzes seemed to float upon the air.Isabel often found herself irritated by this perpetual fiddling; she would have liked to pass through the ante-room, as her cousin called it, and enter the private apartments.It mattered little that he had assured her they were a very dismal place; she would have been glad to undertake to sweep them and set them in order.It was but half-hospitality to let her remain outside; to punish him for which Isabel administered innumerable taps with the ferule of her straight young wit.It must be said that her wit was exercised to a large extent in self-defence, for her cousin amused himself with calling her "Columbia" and accusing her of a patriotism so heated that it scorched.He drew a caricature of her in which she was represented as a very pretty young woman dressed, on the lines of the prevailing fashion, in the folds of the national banner.

Isabel's chief dread in life at this period of her development was that she should appear narrow-minded; what she feared next afterwards was that she should really be so.But she nevertheless made no scruple of abounding in her cousin's sense and pretending to sigh for the charms of her native land.She would be as American as it pleased him to regard her, and if he chose to laugh at her she would give him plenty of occupation.She defended England against his mother, but when Ralph sang its praises on purpose, as she said, to work her up, she found herself able to differ from him on a variety of points.In fact, the quality of this small ripe country seemed as sweet to her as the taste of an October pear; and her satisfaction was at the root of the good spirits which enabled her to take her cousin's chaff and return it in kind.If her good-humour flagged at moments it was not because she thought herself ill-used, but because she suddenly felt sorry for Ralph.It seemed to her he was talking as a blind and had little heart in what he said.