"It seems to me indeed she ought to feel it!" Isabel irrepressibly answered.
Ralph had assured her that there would be no violation of decency in their paying a visit—the little party of three—to the sights of the metropolis; but Mrs. Touchett took a different view. Like many ladies of her country who had lived a long time in Europe,she had completely lost her native tact on such points, and in her reaction, not in itself deplorable,against the liberty allowed to young persons beyond the seas, had fallen into gratuitous and exaggerated scruples. Ralph accompanied their visitors to town and established them at a quiet inn in a street that ran at right angles to Piccadilly. His 昀rst idea had been to take them to his father＇s house in Winchester Square,a large, dull mansion which at this period of the year was shrouded in silence and brown holland; but he bethought himself that, the cook being at Gardencourt,there was no one in the house to get them their meals,and Pratt＇s Hotel accordingly became their restingplace. Ralph, on his side, found quarters in Winchester Square, having a "den" there of which he was very fond and being familiar with deeper fears than that of a cold kitchen. He availed himself largely indeed of the resources of Pratt＇s Hotel, beginning his day with an early visit to his fellow travellers, who had Mr.Pratt in person, in a large bulging white waistcoat, to remove their dish-covers. Ralph turned up, as he said,after breakfast, and the little party made out a scheme of entertainment for the day. As London wears in the month of September a face blank but for its smears of prior service, the young man, who occasionally took an apologetic tone, was obliged to remind his companion, to Miss Stackpole＇s high derision, that there wasn＇t a creature in town.