Isabel had nothing to say to this. She had never heard that the "Quarterly" was a popular review; and, indeed, the adjective "quarterly" had only one association for her, and that was rent, which had been almost as painful a subject as taxes in the Camberwell household. Lady Gwendoline's papa came in presently to look for his daughter. He was Angus Pierrepoint Aubrey Amyott Pomphrey, Earl of Ruysdale; but he wore a black coat and grey trousers and waistcoat, just like other people, and had thick boots, and didn't look a bit like an earl, Isabel thought. He said, "Haw, hum--yes, to be sure, my dear," when Lady Gwendoline told him she was ready to go home; "been talking to Witherston--very good fellow, Witherston--wants to get his son returned for Conventford, gen'ral 'lection next year, lib'ral int'rest--very gentlemanly young f'ler, the son;" and then he went to look for Roland, whom he found in the next room with Charles Raymond; and then Lady Gwendoline wished Isabel good morning, and said something very kind, to the effect that they should most likely meet again before long, Lowlands being so near Graybridge; and then the Earl offered his arm to his daughter. She took it, but she looked back at her cousin, who was talking to Mr. Raymond, and glancing every now and then in a half-amused, half-admiring way at Isabel. "I am so glad to think you like my wretched scribble, Mrs. Gilbert," he said, going up to her presently. Isabel blushed again, and said, "Oh, thank you; yes, they are very pretty;" and it was as much as she could do to avoid calling Mr. Lansdell "Sir" or "Your lordship." "You are coming with us, I suppose, Roland?" Lady Gwendoline said. "Oh, yes,--that is to say. I'll see you to the carriage." "I thought you were coming to luncheon." "No; I meant to come, but I must see that fellow Percival, the lawyer, you know, Gwendoline, and I want to have a little more talk with Raymond. You'll go on and show Mrs. Gilbert the Murillo in the next room, Raymond? and I'll run and look for my cousin's carriage, and then come back." "We can find the carriage very well without you, Roland," Lady Gwendoline answered quickly. "Come, papa." The young man stopped, and a little shadow darkened over his face. "Did you really ask me to luncheon?" he said. "You really volunteered to come, after breakfast this morning, when you proposed bringing us here." "Did I? Oh, very well; in that case I shall let the Percival business stand over; and I shall ride to Oakbank to-morrow morning, Raymond, and lie on the grass and talk to you all day long, if you'll let me waste your time for once in a way. Good-bye; good morning, Mrs. Gilbert. By the bye, how do you mean to finish the day, Raymond?"