remember that she had still a lifetime before her, and live within her means."
"Well, you have worked it out," said the old man, with a sigh. "You do take an interest in her, certainly."
"You can't consistently say I go too far. You wished me to go further."
"Well, I don't know," the old man answered. "I don't think I enter into your spirit. It seems to me immoral."
"Immoral, dear daddy?"
"Well, I don't know that it's right to make everything so easy for a person."
"It surely depends upon the person. When the person is good, your making things easy is all to the credit of virtue. To facilitate the execution of good impulses, what can be a nobler act?"
This was a little difficult to follow, and Mr. Touchett considered it for a while. At last he said—
"Isabel is a sweet young girl; but do you think she is as good as that?"
"She is as good as her best opportunities," said Ralph.
"Well," Mr. Touchett declared, "she ought to get a great many opportunities for sixty thousand pounds."
"I have no doubt she will."
"Of course I will do what you want," said the old man. "I only want to understand it a little."
"Well, dear daddy, don't you understand it now?" his son asked, caressingly. "If you don't, we won't take any more trouble about it; we will leave it alone."
Mr. Touchett lay silent a long time. Ralph supposed that he had given up the attempt to understand it. But at last he began again—
