It devolved upon him of course to do the honours of the place. Mr. Touchett was con昀ned to his chair, and his wife＇s position was that of rather a grim visitor;so that in the line of conduct that opened itself to Ralph duty and inclination were harmoniously mixed.He was not a great walker, but he strolled about the grounds with his cousin—a pastime for which the weather remained favourable with a persistency not allowed for in Isabel＇s somewhat lugubrious prevision of the climate; and in the long afternoons, of which the length was but the measure of her grati昀ed eagerness,they took a boat on the river, the dear little river, as Isabel called it, where the opposite shore seemed still a part of the foreground of the landscape; or drove over the country in a phaeton—a low, capacious, thickwheeled phaeton formerly much used by Mr. Touchett,but which he had now ceased to enjoy. Isabel enjoyed it largely and, handling the reins in a manner which approved itself to the groom as "knowing," was never weary of driving her uncle＇s capital horses through winding lanes and byways full of the rural incidents she had confidently expected to find; past cottages thatched and timbered, past ale-houses latticed and sanded, past patches of ancient common and glimpses of empty parks, between hedgerows made thick by midsummer. When they reached home they usually found tea had been served on the lawn and that Mrs. Touchett had not shrunk from the extremity of handing her husband his cup. But the two for the most part sat silent; the old man with his head back and his eyes closed, his wife occupied with her knitting and wearing that appearance of rare profundity with which some ladies consider the movement of their needles.