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110 .110 THE PORTRAIT OF A LADY. vows. She wondered what Miss Molyneux would think of hoi if she knew Miss Archer had refused her brother ; and then she felt sure that Miss Molyneux would never know that Lord Warburton never told her such things. He was fond of her and kind to her, but on the whole he told her little. Such, at least, was Isabel's theory ; when, at table, she was not occupied in conversation, she was usually occupied in forming theories about her neighbours. According to Isabel, if Miss Molyneux should ever learn what had passed between Miss Archer and Lord "Warburton, she would probably be shocked at the young lady's indifference to such an opportunity ; or no, rather (this was our heroine's last impression) she would impute to the young American a high sense of general fitness. Whatever Isabel might have made of her opportunities, Henrietta Stackpole wa by no means disposed to neglect those in which she now found herself immersed. "Do you know you are the first lord I have ever seen?" she said, very promptly, to her neighbour. " I suppose you think I am awfully benighted." " You have escaped seeing some very ugly men," Lord Warburton answered, looking vaguely about the table and laughing a little. " Are they very ugly 1 They try to make us believe in America that they are all handsome and magnificent, and that they wear wonderful robes and crowns." " Ah, the robes and crowns are gone out of fashion," said Lord Warburton, " like your tomahawks and revolvers." " I am sorry for that ; I think an aristocracy ought to JQ splendid," Henrietta declared. " If it is not that, what is itl" " Oh, you know, it isn't much, at the best," Lord Warburton answered. " Won't you have a potato ] " " I don't care much for these European potatoes. I shouldn't know you from an ordinary American gentleman." " Do talk to me as if I were one," said Lord Warburton. " I don't see how you manage to get on without potatoes ; you must find so few things to eat over here." Henrietta was silent a moment ; there was a chance that he was not sincere. " I have had hardly any appetite since I have been here," she went on at last ; " so it doesn't much matter. I don't approve of you, you know ; I feel as if I ought to tell you that." " Don't approve of me 1 " " Yes, I don't suppose any one ever said such a thing to you