This is very bourgeois." Isabel felt some emotion, for she had always thought highly of her grandmother's house.

But the emotion was of a kind which led her to say: "I should like very much to go to Florence." "Well, if you'll be very good, and do everything I tell you I'll take you there," Mrs.Touchett declared.
Our young woman's emotion deepened; she flushed a little and smiled at her aunt in silence.

"Do everything you tell me?
I don't think I can promise that." "No, you don't look like a person of that sort.

You're fond of your own way; but it's not for me to blame you." "And yet, to go to Florence," the girl exclaimed in a moment, "I'd promise almost anything!" Edmund and Lilian were slow to return, and Mrs.Touchett had an hour's uninterrupted talk with her niece, who found her a strange and interesting figure: a figure essentially--almost the first she had ever met.

She was as eccentric as Isabel had always supposed; and hitherto, whenever the girl had heard people described as eccentric, she had thought of them as offensive or alarming.