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THE PORTRAIT OF A LADY. 433 every now and then had a moment of anger ; there was something so literal about him ; she thought he might know that she didn't know what to do with him. But she couldn't call him stupid ; he was not that in the least; he was only extraordinarily honest: To be as honest as that made a man very different from most people ; one had to be almost equally honest with him. Isabel made this latter reflection at the very time she was flattering herself that she had persuaded- him that she was the most light- hearted of women. He never threw any doubt on this point, never asked her any personal questions. He got on much better with Osmond than had seemed probable. Osmond had a great dislike to being counted upon ; in such a case he had an irre- sistible need of disappointing you. It was . in virtue of this principle that he gave himself the entertainment of .taking a fancy to a perpendicular Bostonian whom he had been depended upon to treat with coldness. He asked Isabel if Mr. Goodwood also had wanted to marry her, and expressed surprise at her not having accepted him. It would have been an excellent thing, like living under a tall belfry which would strike all the hours and make a queer vibration in the upper air. He declared he liked to talk with the great Goodwood; it wasn't easy at first, you had to climb up an interminable steep staircase up to the top of the tower ; but when you got there you had a big view and felt a little fresh breeze. Osmond, as we know, had delight- ful qualities, and he gave Caspar Goodwood the benefit of them all. Isabel could see that Mr. Goodwood thought better of her husband than he had ever wished to ; he had given her the impression that morning in Florence of being inaccessible to a good impression. Osmond asked him repeatedly to dinner, and Goodwood smoked a cigar with him afterwards, and even desired to be shown his collections. Osmond said to Isibel that he was very original ; he was as strong as an English portmanteau. Caspar Goodwood took to riding on the Campagna, and devoted much time to this exercise ; it was therefore mainly in the evening that Isabel saw him. She bethought herself of saying to him one day that if he were willing he could render her a service. And then she added smiling " I don't know, however, what right I have to ask a service of you." " You are tne person in the world who has most right," he answered. "I have given you assurances that I have never given any one else." The service was that he should go and see her cousin Ealph, F F