I told him I must take the risks." "You're a creature of risks--you make me shudder!" cried Henrietta.
"When does Mr.Goodwood return to America ?" "I don't know--he didn't tell me." "Perhaps you didn't enquire," said Henrietta with the note of righteous irony.
"I gave him too little satisfaction to have the right to ask questions of him." This assertion seemed to Miss Stackpole for a moment to bid defiance to comment; but at last she exclaimed: "Well, Isabel, if I didn't know you I might think you were heartless!" "Take care," said Isabel; "you're spoiling me." "I'm afraid I've done that already.

I hope, at least," Miss Stackpole added, "that he may cross with Annie Climber!" Isabel learned from her the next morning that she had determined not to return to Gardencourt (where old Mr.Touchett had promised her a renewed welcome), but to await in London the arrival of the invitation that Mr.
Bantling had promised her from his sister Lady Pensil.

Miss Stackpole related very freely her conversation with Ralph Touchett's sociable friend and declared to Isabel that she really believed she had now got hold of something that would lead to something.

On the receipt of Lady Pensil's letter--Mr.Bantling had virtually guaranteed the arrival of this document--she would immediately depart for Bedfordshire, and if Isabel cared to look out for her impressions in the Interviewer she would certainly find them.

Henrietta was evidently going to see something of the inner life this time.
"Do you know where you're drifting, Henrietta Stackpole ?" Isabel asked, imitating the tone in which her friend had spoken the night before.
"I'm drifting to a big position--that of the Queen of American Journalism.