In the church, as she strolled over its tesselated acres, he was the first person she encountered.She had not been one of the superior tourists who are "disappointed" in Saint Peter's and find it smaller than its fame; the first time she passed beneath the huge leathern curtain that strains and bangs at the entrance, the first time she found herself beneath the far-arching dome and saw the light drizzle down through the air thickened with incense and with the reflections of marble and gilt, of mosaic and bronze, her conception of greatness rose and dizzily rose.After this it never lacked space to soar.She gazed and wondered like a child or a peasant, she paid her silent tribute to the seated sublime.Lord Warburton walked beside her and talked of Saint Sophia of Constantinople; she feared for instance that he would end by calling attention to his exemplary conduct.The service had not yet begun, but at Saint Peter's there is much to observe, and as there is something almost profane in the vastness of the place, which seems meant as much for physical as for spiritual exercise, the different figures and groups, the mingled worshippers and spectators, may follow their various intentions without conflict or scandal.In that splendid immensity individual indiscretion carries but a short distance.Isabel and her companions, however, were guilty of none; for though Henrietta was obliged in candour to declare that Michael Angelo's dome suffered by comparison with that of the Capitol at Washington, she addressed her protest chiefly to Mr.Bantling's ear and reserved it in its more accentuated form for the columns of the Interviewer.Isabel made the circuit of the church with his lordship, and as they drew near the choir on the left of the entrance the voices of the Pope's singers were borne to them over the heads of the large number of persons clustered outside the doors.They paused a while on the skirts of this crowd, composed in equal measure of Roman cockneys and inquisitive strangers, and while they stood there the sacred concert went forward.
Ralph, with Henrietta and Mr.Bantling, was apparently within, where Isabel, looking behind the dense group in front of her, saw the afternoon light, silvered by clouds of incense that seemed to mingle with the splendid chant, slope through the embossed recesses of high windows.After a while the singing stopped and then Lord Warburton seemed disposed to move off with her.Isabel could only accompany him;whereupon she found herself confronted with Gilbert Osmond, who appeared to have been standing at a short distance behind her.He now approached with all the forms- he appeared to have multiplied them on this occasion to suit the place.
"So you decided to come?" she said as she put out her hand.
"Yes, I came last night and called this afternoon at your hotel.
They told me you had come here, and I looked about for you.""The others are inside," she decided to say.
"I didn't come for the others," he promptly returned.
She looked away; Lord Warburton was watching them; perhaps he had heard this.Suddenly she remembered it to be just what he had said to her the morning he came to Gardencourt to ask her to marry him.Mr.
Osmond's words had brought the colour to her cheek, and this reminiscence had not the effect of dispelling it.She repaired any betrayal by mentioning to each companion the name of the other, and fortunately at this moment Mr.Bantling emerged from the choir, cleaving the crowd with British valour and followed by Miss Stackpole and Ralph Touchett.I say fortunately, because this is perhaps a superficial view of the matter; since on perceiving the gentleman from Florence Ralph Touchett appeared to take the case as not committing him to joy.He didn't hang back, however, from civility, and presently observed to Isabel, with due benevolence, that she would soon have all her friends about her.Miss Stackpole had met Mr.Osmond in Florence, but she had already found occasion to say to Isabel that she liked him no better than her other admirers-than Mr.Touchett and Lord Warburton, and even than little Mr.
Rosier in Paris."I don't know what it's in you," she had been pleased to remark, "but for a nice-girl you do attract the most unnatural people.Mr.Goodwood's the only one I've any respect for, and he's just the one you don't appreciate.""What's your opinion of Saint Peter's?" Mr.Osmond was meanwhile enquiring of our young lady.
"It's very large and very bright," she contented herself with replying.
"It's too large; it makes one feel like an atom.""Isn't that the right way to feel in the greatest of human temples?"she asked with rather a liking for her phrase.
"I suppose it's the right way to feel everywhere, when one is nobody.But I like it in a church as little as anywhere else.""You ought indeed to be a Pope!" Isabel exclaimed, remembering something he had referred to in Florence.
"Ah, I should have enjoyed that!" said Gilbert Osmond.
Lord Warburton meanwhile had joined Ralph Touchett, and the two strolled away together."Who's the fellow speaking to Miss Archer?"his lordship demanded.
"His name's Gilbert Osmond- he lives in Florence," Ralph said.
"What is he besides?"
"Nothing at all.Oh yes, he's an American; but one forgets that-he's so little of one."
"Has he known Miss Archer long?"
"Three or four weeks."
"Does she like him?"
"She's trying to find out."
"And will she?"
"Find out-?" Ralph asked.
"Will she like him?"
"Do you mean will she accept him?"
"Yes," said Lord Warburton after an instant; "I suppose that's what I horribly mean.""Perhaps not if one does nothing to prevent it," Ralph replied.
His lordship stared a moment, but apprehended."Then we must be perfectly quiet?""As quiet as the grave.And only on the chance!" Ralph added.
"The chance she may?"
"The chance she may not?"
Lord Warburton took this at first in silence, but he spoke again.
"Is he awfully clever?"
"Awfully," said Ralph.
His companion thought."And what else?"
"What more do you want?" Ralph groaned.
"Do you mean what more does she?"
Ralph took him by the arm to turn him: they had to rejoin the others."She wants nothing that we can give her.""Ah well, if she won't have You-!" said his lordship handsomely as they went.
