She found the Misses Molyneux sitting in a vast drawing-room (she perceived afterwards it was one of several) in a wilderness of faded chintz; they were dressed on this occasion in black velveteen.

Isabel liked them even better at home than she had done at Gardencourt, and was more than ever struck with the fact that they were not morbid.

It had seemed to her before that if they had a fault it was a want of play of mind; but she presently saw they were capable of deep emotion.

Before luncheon she was alone with them for some time, on one side of the room, while Lord Warburton, at a distance, talked to Mrs.
Touchett.
"Is it true your brother's such a great radical ?" Isabel asked.

She knew it was true, but we have seen that her interest in human nature was keen, and she had a desire to draw the Misses Molyneux out.
"Oh dear, yes; he's immensely advanced," said Mildred, the younger sister.
"At the same time Warburton's very reasonable," Miss Molyneux observed.
Isabel watched him a moment at the other side of the room; he was clearly trying hard to make himself agreeable to Mrs.Touchett.