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The Portrait of a Lady is a novel by Henry James, first published as a serial in The Atlantic Monthly and Macmillan's Magazine in 1880-81 and then as a book in 1881. It is one of James's most popular novels and is regarded by critics as one of his finest. The Portrait of a Lady is the story of a spirited young American woman, Isabel Archer, who, "affronting her destiny," finds it overwhelming. She inherits a large amount of money and subsequently becomes the victim of Machiavellian scheming by two American expatriates. Like many of James's novels, it is set in Europe, mostly England and Italy. It also treats in a profound way the themes of personal freedom, responsibility, and betrayal.
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"The Portrait of a Lady - Volume II" from Henry James. American writer (1843-1916).
On the morrow, in the evening, Lord Warburton went again to see his friends at theirhotel, and at this establishment he learned that they had gone to the opera. He drove to theopera with the idea of paying them a visit in their box after the easy Italian fashion; andwhen he had obtained his admittance-it was one of the secondary theatres-looked aboutthe large, bare, ill-lighted house. An act had just terminated and he was at liberty to pursuehis quest. After scanning two or three tiers of boxes he perceived in one of the largest ofthese receptacles a lady whom he easily recognised. Miss Archer was seated facing thestage and partly screened by the curtain of the box; and beside her, leaning back in hischair, was Mr. Gilbert Osmond. They appeared to have the place to themselves, andWarburton supposed their companions had taken advantage of the recess to enjoy therelative coolness of the lobby. He stood a while with his eyes on the interesting pair; heasked himself if he should go up and interrupt the harmony. At last he judged that Isabelhad seen him, and this accident determined him. There should be no marked holding off. Hetook his way to the upper regions and on the staircase met Ralph Touchett slowlydescending, his hat at the inclination of ennui and his hands where they usually were."I saw you below a moment since and was going down to you. I feel lonely and wantcompany," was Ralph's greeting.
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On the morrow, in the evening, Lord Warburton went again to see his friends at theirhotel, and at this establishment he learned that they had gone to the opera. He drove to theopera with the idea of paying them a visit in their box after the easy Italian fashion; andwhen he had obtained his admittance-it was one of the secondary theatres-looked aboutthe large, bare, ill-lighted house. An act had just terminated and he was at liberty to pursuehis quest. After scanning two or three tiers of boxes he perceived in one of the largest ofthese receptacles a lady whom he easily recognised. Miss Archer was seated facing thestage and partly screened by the curtain of the box; and beside her, leaning back in hischair, was Mr. Gilbert Osmond. They appeared to have the place to themselves, andWarburton supposed their companions had taken advantage of the recess to enjoy therelative coolness of the lobby. He stood a while with his eyes on the interesting pair; heasked himself if he should go up and interrupt the harmony. At last he judged that Isabelhad seen him, and this accident determined him. There should be no marked holding off. Hetook his way to the upper regions and on the staircase met Ralph Touchett slowlydescending, his hat at the inclination of ennui and his hands where they usually were."I saw you below a moment since and was going down to you. I feel lonely and wantcompany," was Ralph's greeting."You've some that's very good which you've yet deserted.""Do you mean my cousin? Oh, she has a visitor and doesn't want me. Then Miss Stackpoleand Bantling have gone out to a cafe to eat an ice-Miss Stackpole delights in an ice. I didn'tthink they wanted me either. The opera's very bad; the women look like laundresses andsing like peacocks. I feel very low.""You had better go home," Lord Warburton said without affectation."And leave my young lady in this sad place? Ah no, I must watch over her.""She seems to have plenty of friends.""Yes, that's why I must watch," said Ralph with the same large mock-melancholy."If she doesn't want you it's probable she doesn't want me.""No, you're different. Go to the box and stay there while I walk about."
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.