She returned on the morrow to Florence, under her cousin's escort, and Ralph Touchett, though usually restive under railway discipline, thought very well of the successive hours passed in the train that hurried his companion away from the city now distinguished by Gilbert Osmond's preference--hours that were to form the first stage in a larger scheme of travel.

Miss Stackpole had remained behind; she was planning a little trip to Naples, to be carried out with Mr.Bantling's aid.

Isabel was to have three days in Florence before the 4th of June, the date of Mrs.
Touchett's departure, and she determined to devote the last of these to her promise to call on Pansy Osmond.

Her plan, however, seemed for a moment likely to modify itself in deference to an idea of Madame Merle's.

This lady was still at Casa Touchett; but she too was on the point of leaving Florence, her next station being an ancient castle in the mountains of Tuscany, the residence of a noble family of that country, whose acquaintance (she had known them, as she said, "forever") seemed to Isabel, in the light of certain photographs of their immense crenellated dwelling which her friend was able to show her, a precious privilege.