The girl made these reflections while the three ladies sat at their tea, but that ceremony was interrupted before long by the arrival of the great doctor from London, who had been immediately ushered into the drawing-room.Mrs.Touchett took him off to the library for a private talk; and then Madame Merle and Isabel parted, to meet again at dinner.The idea of seeing more of this interesting woman did much to mitigate Isabel's sense of the sadness now settling on Gardencourt.
When she came into the drawing-room before dinner she found the place empty; but in the course of a moment Ralph arrived.His anxiety about his father had been lightened; Sir Matthew Hope's view of his condition was less depressed than his own had been.The doctor recommended that the nurse alone should remain with the old man for the next three or four hours; so that Ralph, his mother and the great physician himself were free to dine at table.Mrs.Touchett and Sir Matthew appeared; Madame Merle was the last.
Before she came Isabel spoke of her to Ralph, who was standing before the fireplace."Pray who is this Madame Merle?""The cleverest woman I know, not excepting yourself," said Ralph.
"I thought she seemed very pleasant."
"I was sure you'd think her very pleasant.""Is that why you invited her?"
"I didn't invite her, and when we came back from London I didn't know she was here.No one invited her.She's a friend of my mother's, and just after you and I went to town my mother got a note from her.She had arrived in England (she usually lives abroad, though she has first and last spent a good deal of time here), and asked leave to come down for a few days.She's a woman who can make such proposals with perfect confidence; she's so welcome wherever she goes.
And with my mother there could be no question of hesitating; she's the one person in the world whom my mother very much admires.If she were not herself (which she after all much prefers), she would like to be Madame Merle.It would indeed be a great change.""Well, she's very charming," said Isabel."And she plays beautifully.""She does everything beautifully.She's complete."Isabel looked at her cousin a moment."You don't like her.""On the contrary, I was once in love with her.""And she didn't care for you, and that's why you don't like her.""How can we have discussed such things? Monsieur Merle was then living.""Is he dead now?"
"So she says."
"Don't you believe her?"
"Yes, because the statement agrees with the probabilities.The husband of Madame Merle would be likely to pass away."Isabel gazed at her cousin again."I don't know what you mean.You mean something- that you don't mean.What was Monsieur Merle?""The husband of Madame."
"You're very odious.Has she any children?""Not the least little child- fortunately.""Fortunately?"
"I mean fortunately for the child.She'd be sure to spoil it."Isabel was apparently on the point of assuring her cousin for the third time that he was odious; but the discussion was interrupted by the arrival of the lady who was the topic of it.She came rustling in quickly, apologizing for being late, fastening a bracelet, dressed in dark blue satin, which exposed a white bosom that was ineffectually covered by a curious silver necklace.Ralph offered her his arm with the exaggerated alertness of a man who was no longer a lover.
Even if this had still been his condition, however, Ralph had other things to think about.The great doctor spent the night at Gardencourt and, returning to London on the morrow, after another consultation with Mr.Touchett's own medical adviser, concurred in Ralph's desire that he should see the patient again on the day following.On the day following Sir Matthew Hope reappeared at Gardencourt, and now took a less encouraging view of the old man, who had grown worse in the twenty-four hours.His feebleness was extreme, and to his son, who constantly sat by his bedside, it often seemed that his end must be at hand.The local doctor, a very sagacious man, in whom Ralph had secretly more confidence than in his distinguished colleague, was constantly in attendance, and Sir Matthew Hope came back several times.Mr.Touchett was much of the time unconscious; he slept a great deal; he rarely spoke.Isabel had a great desire to be useful to him and was allowed to watch with him at hours when his other attendants (of whom Mrs.Touchett was not the least regular) went to take rest.He never seemed to know her, and she always said to herself, "Suppose he should die while I'm sitting here"; an idea which excited her and kept her awake.Once he opened his eyes for a while and fixed them upon her intelligently, but when she went to him, hoping he would recognize her, he closed them and relapsed into stupor.The day after this, however, he revived for a longer time; but on this occasion Ralph only was with him.The old man began to talk, much to his son's satisfaction, who assured him that they should presently have him sitting up.
"No, my boy," said Mr.Touchett, "not unless you bury me in a sitting posture, as some of the ancients- was it the ancients?- used to do.""Ah, daddy, don't talk about that," Ralph murmured."You mustn't deny that you're getting better.""There will be no need of my denying it if you don't say it," the old man answered."Why should we prevaricate just at the last? We never prevaricated before.I've got to die some time, and it's better to die when one's sick than when one's well.I'm very sick-as sick as I shall ever be.I hope you don't want to prove that Ishall ever be worse than this? That would be too bad.You don't?
Well then."