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He took a resolve after this not to misinterpret her words even when Miss Stackpole appeared to strike the personal note most strongly.

He bethought himself that persons, in her view, were simple and homogeneous organisms, and that he, for his own part, was too perverted a representative of the nature of man to have a right to deal with her in strict reciprocity.He carried out his resolve with a great deal of tact, and the young lady found in renewed contact with him no obstacle to the exercise of her genius for unshrinking enquiry, the general application of her confidence.Her situation at Gardencourt therefore, appreciated as we have seen her to be by Isabel and full of appreciation herself of that free play of intelligence which, to her sense, rendered Isabel's character a sister-spirit, and of the easy venerableness of Mr.Touchett, whose noble tone, as she said, met with her full approval- her situation at Gardencourt would have been perfectly comfortable had she not conceived an irresistible mistrust of the little lady for whom she had at first supposed herself obliged to "allow" as mistress of the house.She presently discovered, in truth, that this obligation was of the lightest and that Mrs.Touchett cared very little how Miss Stackpole behaved.Mrs.Touchett had defined her to Isabel as both an adventuress and a bore- adventuresses usually giving one more of a thrill; she had expressed some surprise at her niece's having selected such a friend, yet had immediately added that she knew Isabel's friends were her own affair and that she had never undertaken to like them all or to restrict the girl to those she liked.

"If you could see none but the people I like, my dear, you'd have a very small society," Mrs.Touchett frankly admitted; "and I don't think I like any man or woman well enough to recommend them to you.

When it comes to recommending it's a serious affair.I don't like Miss Stackpole- everything about her displeases me; she talks so much too loud and looks at one as if one wanted to look at her- which one doesn't.I'm sure she has lived all her life in a boarding-house, and I detest the manners and the liberties of such places.If you ask me if I prefer my own manners, which you doubtless think very bad, I'll tell you that I prefer them immensely.Miss Stackpole knows Idetest boarding-house civilization, and she detests me for detesting it, because she thinks it the highest in the world.She'd like Gardencourt a great deal better if it were a boarding-house.For me, Ifind it almost too much of one! We shall never get on together therefore, and there's no use trying."Mrs.Touchett was right in guessing that Henrietta disapproved of her, but she had not quite put her finger on the reason.A day or two after Miss Stackpole's arrival she had made some invidious reflexions on American hotels, which excited a vein of counterargument on the part of the correspondent of the Interviewer, who in the exercise of her profession had acquainted herself, in the western world, with every form of caravansary.Henrietta expressed the opinion that American hotels were the best in the world, and Mrs.Touchett, fresh from a renewed struggle with them, recorded a conviction that they were the worst.Ralph, with his experimental geniality, suggested, by way of healing the breach, that the truth lay between the two extremes and that the establishments in question ought to be described as fair middling.This contribution to the discussion, however, Miss Stackpole rejected with scorn.Middling indeed! If they were not the best in the world they were the worst, but there was nothing middling about an American hotel.

"We judge from different points of view, evidently," said Mrs.

Touchett."I like to be treated as an individual; you like to be treated as a 'party.'""I don't know what you mean," Henrietta replied."I like to be treated as an American lady.""Poor American ladies!" cried Mrs.Touchett with a laugh."They're the slaves of slaves.""They're the companions of freemen," Henrietta retorted.

"They're the companions of their servants- the Irish chambermaid and the negro waiter.They share their work.""Do you call the domestics in an American household 'slaves'?"Miss Stackpole enquired."If that's the way you desire to treat them, no wonder you don't like America.""If you've not good servants you're miserable," Mrs.Touchett serenely said."They're very bad in America, but I've five perfect ones in Florence.""I don't see what you want with five," Henrietta couldn't help observing."I don't think I should like to see five persons surrounding me in that menial position.""I like them in that position better than in some others,"proclaimed Mrs.Touchett with much meaning.

"Should you like me better if I were your butler, dear?" her husband asked.

"I don't think I should: you wouldn't at all have the tenue.""The companions of freemen- I like that, Miss Stackpole," said Ralph."It's a beautiful description.""When I said freemen I didn't mean you, sir!"And this was the only reward that Ralph got for his compliment.Miss Stackpole was baffled; she evidently thought there was something treasonable in Mrs.Touchett's appreciation of a class which she privately judged to be a mysterious survival of feudalism.It was perhaps because her mind was oppressed with this image that she suffered some days to elapse before she took occasion to say to Isabel: "My dear friend, I wonder if you're growing faithless.""Faithless? Faithless to you, Henrietta?""No, that would be a great pain; but it's not that.""Faithless to my country then?"