Henrietta showed no signs of breaking down. Her prospects had brightened on her leaving England,and she was now in the full enjoyment of her copious resources. She had indeed been obliged to sacri昀ce her hopes with regard to the inner life; the social question,on the Continent, bristled with dif昀culties even more numerous than those she had encountered in England.But on the Continent there was the outer life, which was palpable and visible at every turn, and more easily convertible to literary uses than the customs of those opaque islanders. Out of doors in foreign lands,as she ingeniously remarked, one seemed to see the right side of the tapestry; out of doors in England one seemed to see the wrong side, which gave one no notion of the figure. The admission costs her historian a pang, but Henrietta, despairing of more occult things, was now paying much attention to the outer life. She had been studying it for two months at Venice, from which city she sent to the Interviewer a conscientious account of the gondolas, the Piazza, the Bridge of Sighs, the pigeons and the young boatman who chanted Tasso. The Interviewer was perhaps disappointed, but Henrietta was at least seeing Europe.Her present purpose was to get down to Rome before the malaria should come on—she apparently supposed that it began on a 昀xed day; and with this design she was to spend at present but few days in Florence.Mr. Bantling was to go with her to Rome, and she pointed out to Isabel that as he had been there before,as he was a military man and as he had had a classical education—he had been bred at Eton, where they study nothing but Latin and Whyte-Melville, said Miss Stackpole—he would be a most useful companion in the city of the Caesars. At this juncture Ralph had the happy idea of proposing to Isabel that she also, under his own escort, should make a pilgrimage to Rome.She expected to pass a portion of the next winter there—that was very well; but meantime there was no harm in surveying the 昀eld. There were ten days left of the beautiful month of May—the most precious month of all to the true Rome-lover. Isabel would become a Rome-lover; that was a foregone conclusion. She was provided with a trusty companion of her own sex,whose society, thanks to the fact of other calls on this lady＇s attention, would probably not be oppressive.Madame Merle would remain with Mrs. Touchett;she had left Rome for the summer and wouldn＇t care to return. She professed herself delighted to be left at peace in Florence; she had locked up her apartment and sent her cook home to Palestrina. She urged Isabel, however, to assent to Ralph＇s proposal, and assured her that a good introduction to Rome was not a thing to be despised. Isabel in truth needed no urging, and the party of four arranged its little journey. Mrs. Touchett, on this occasion, had resigned herself to the absence of a duenna; we have seen that she now inclined to the belief that her niece should stand alone. One of Isabel＇s preparations consisted of her seeing Gilbert Osmond before she started and mentioning her intention to him.