"I shall certainly go with you," Isabel returned. "I don＇t suppose I can be of any use to my uncle, but if he＇s ill I shall like to be near him."
"I think you＇re fond of him," said Ralph with a certain shy pleasure in his face. "You appreciate him, which all the world hasn＇t done. The quality＇s too昀ne."
"I quite adore him," Isabel after a moment said.
"That＇s very well. After his son he＇s your greatest admirer." She welcomed this assurance, but she gave secretly a small sigh of relief at the thought that Mr. Touchett was one of those admirers who couldn＇t propose to marry her. This, however, was not what she spoke; she went on to inform Ralph that there were other reasons for her not remaining in London. She was tired of it and wished to leave it; and then Henrietta was going away—going to stay in Bedfordshire.