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66 88 THE PORTRAIT OF A LADY. " I think one ought to be liberal," Mildred argued, gently. " We have always been so, even' from the earliest times." " All well," said Isabel, " you have made a great success of it ; I don't wonder you like it. I see you are very fond of crewels." When Lord Warburton showed her the house, after lunch, it seemed to her a matter of course that it should be a noble pic- ture. Within, it had been a good deal modernised some of its best points had lost their purity ; but as they saw it from the gardens, a stout, grey pile, of the softest, deepest, most weather- fretted hue, rising from a broad, still moat, it seemed to Isabel a castle in a fairy-tale. The day was cool and rather lustreless ; the first note of autumn had been struck ; and the watery sun- shine rested on the walls in blurred and desultory gleams, wash- ing them, as it were, in places tenderly chosen, where the ache of antiquity was keenest. Her host's brother, the Vicar, had come to lunch, and Isabel had had five minutes' talk'with him time enough to institute a search for theological characteristics and give it up as vain. The characteristics of the Vicar of Lockleigh were a big, athletic figure, a candid, natural counten- ance, a capacious appetite, and a tendency to abundant laughter. Isabel learned afterwards from her cousin that, before taking orders, he had been a mighty wrestler, and that he was still, on occasion in the privacy of the family circle as it were quite capable of flooring his man. Isabel liked him she was in the mood for liking everything; but her imagination was a good deal taxed to think of him as a source of spiritual aid. The whole party, on leaving lunch, went to walk in the grounds ; but Lord Warburton exercised some ingenuity in engaging his youngest visitor in a stroll somewhat apart from the others. " 1 wish you to see the place properly, seriously," he said. " You can't do so if your attention is distracted by irrelevant gossip." His own conversation (though he told Isabel a good deal about the house, which had a very curious history) was not purely archaeological ; he reverted at intervals to matters more personal matters personal to the young lady as well as to him- self. But at last, after a pause of some duration, returning for a moment to their ostensible theme, "All, well," he said, "I am very glad indeed you like the old house. I wish you could see more of it that you could stay here a while. My sisters have taken an immense fancy to you if that would be any inducement." " There is no want of inducements," Isabel answered ; " but I am afraid I can't make engagements. I am quite in my aunt's hands."