"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. Ralph had met the frank advances of one of the dogs before the fire that the temperature of an English August, in the ancient expanses, had not made an impertinence. "Do you suppose your brother＇s sincere?" Isabel enquired with a smile.