"You'll have every opportunity of turning him inside out." "Well, he may do for one letter, but what's one letter when you want to write fifty?
I've described all the scenery in this vicinity and raved about all the old women and donkeys.

You may say what you please, scenery doesn't make a vital letter.

I must go back to London and get some impressions of real life.

I was there but three days before I came away, and that's hardly time to get in touch." As Isabel, on her journey from New York to Gardencourt, had seen even less of the British capital than this, it appeared a happy suggestion of Henrietta's that the two should go thither on a visit of pleasure.

The idea struck Isabel as charming; he was curious of the thick detail of London, which had always loomed large and rich to her.