"It＇s all over," said Ralph.
"Do you mean that my uncle...?" And Isabel stopped.
"My dear father died an hour ago."
"Ah, my poor Ralph!" she gently wailed, putting out her two hands to him.
CHAPTER 20
Some fortnight after this Madame Merle drove up in a hansom cab to the house in Winchester Square. As she descended from her vehicle she observed, suspended between the dining-room windows, a large, neat, wooden tablet, on whose fresh black ground were inscribed in white paint the words—"This noble freehold mansion to be sold";with the name of the agent to whom application should be made. "They certainly lose no time," said the visitor as, after sounding the big brass knocker,she waited to be admitted; "it＇s a practical country!"And within the house, as she ascended to the drawingroom, she perceived numerous signs of abdication;pictures removed from the walls and placed upon sofas, windows undraped and floors laid bare. Mrs.Touchett presently received her and intimated in a few words that condolences might be taken for granted.