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The Portrait of a Lady

Chapter 2
While this exchange of pleasantries took place between the two Ralph Touchett
wandered away a little, with his usual slouching gait, his hands in his pockets and
his little rowdyish terrier at his heels. His face was turned toward the house, but
his eyes were bent musingly on the lawn; so that he had been an object of
observation to a person who had just made her appearance in the ample
doorway for some moments before he perceived her. His attention was called to
her by the conduct of his dog, who had suddenly darted forward with a little volley
of shrill barks, in which the note of welcome, however, was more sensible than
that of defiance. The person in question was a young lady, who seemed
immediately to interpret the greeting of the small beast. He advanced with great
rapidity and stood at her feet, looking up and barking hard; whereupon, without
hesitation, she stooped and caught him in her hands, holding him face to face
while he continued his quick chatter. His master now had had time to follow and
to see that Bunchie's new friend was a tall girl in a black dress, who at first sight
looked pretty. She was bareheaded, as if she were staying in the house--a fact
which conveyed perplexity to the son of its master, conscious of that immunity
from visitors which had for some time been rendered necessary by the latter's ill-
health. Meantime the two other gentlemen had also taken note of the new-comer.
"Dear me, who's that strange woman?" Mr. Touchett had asked.
"Perhaps it's Mrs. Touchett's niece--the independent young lady," Lord
Warburton suggested. "I think she must be, from the way she handles the dog."
The collie, too, had now allowed his attention to be diverted, and he trotted
toward the young lady in the doorway, slowly setting his tail in motion as he went.
"But where's my wife then?" murmured the old man.
"I suppose the young lady has left her somewhere: that's a part of the
independence."
The girl spoke to Ralph, smiling, while she still held up the terrier. "Is this your
little dog, sir?"
"He was mine a moment ago; but you've suddenly acquired a remarkable air of
property in him."
"Couldn't we share him?" asked the girl. "He's such a perfect little darling."
Ralph looked at her a moment; she was unexpectedly pretty. "You may have him
altogether," he then replied.
The young lady seemed to have a great deal of confidence, both in herself and in
others; but this abrupt generosity made her blush. "I ought to tell you that I'm
probably your cousin," she brought out, putting down the dog. "And here's
another!" she added quickly, as the collie came up.
"Probably?" the young man exclaimed, laughing. "I supposed it was quite settled!
Have you arrived with my mother?"
"Yes, half an hour ago."
"And has she deposited you and departed again?"
"No, she went straight to her room, and she told me that, if I should see you, I
was to say to you that you must come to her there at a quarter to seven."
 
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