"Ah, we too are a lovely group!" said Ralph. "Wait a little and you＇ll see."
Miss Stackpole showed every disposition to wait and evidently was prepared to make a considerable stay at Gardencourt. She occupied herself in the mornings with literary labour; but in spite of this Isabel spent many hours with her friend, who, once her daily task performed, deprecated, in fact de昀ed, isolation. Isabel speedily found occasion to desire her to desist from celebrating the charms of their common sojourn in print, having discovered, on the second morning of Miss Stackpole＇s visit, that she was engaged on a letter to the Interviewer, of which the title, in her exquisitely neat and legible hand (exactly that of the copybooks which our heroine remembered at school) was"Americans and Tudors—Glimpses of Gardencourt." Miss Stackpole, with the best conscience in the world,offered to read her letter to Isabel, who immediately put in her protest.
