Whatever Isabel＇s obligations may have been to Mr. Osmond, it must be admitted that she found them suf昀cient to lead her to put to Ralph sundry questions about him. She thought Ralph＇s judgements distorted by his trials, but she 昀attered herself she had learned to make allowance for that.
"Do I know him?" said her cousin. "Oh, yes, I ＇know＇him; not well, but on the whole enough. I＇ve never cultivated his society, and he apparently has never found mine indispensable to his happiness. Who is he,what is he? He＇s a vague, unexplained American who has been living these thirty years, or less, in Italy. Why do I call him unexplained? Only as a cover for my ignorance; I don＇t know his antecedents, his family,his origin. For all I do know he may be a prince in disguise; he rather looks like one, by the way—like a prince who has abdicated in a fit of fastidiousness and has been in a state of disgust ever since. He used to live in Rome; but of late years he has taken up his abode here; I remember hearing him say that Rome has grown vulgar. He has a great dread of vulgarity;that＇s his special line; he hasn＇t any other that I know of. He lives on his income, which I suspect of not being vulgarly large. He＇s a poor but honest gentleman that＇s what he calls himself. He married young and lost his wife, and I believe he has a daughter. He also has a sister, who＇s married to some small Count or other,of these parts; I remember meeting her of old. She＇s nicer than he, I should think, but rather impossible. I remember there used to be some stories about her. I don＇t think I recommend you to know her. But why don＇t you ask Madame Merle about these people? She knows them all much better than I."