"If I believed that, I should be very unhappy. Fortunately I don't believe it. I want to be treated with justice; I want nothing but that."
"Very good. But you must remember that justice to a lovely being is after all a florid sort of sentiment."
"I am not a lovely being. How can you say that, at the very moment when I am asking such odious questions? I must seem to you delicate."
"You seem to me troubled," said Ealph.
"I am troubled."
"About what?"
For a moment she answered nothing; then she broke out—"Do you think it good for me suddenly to be made so rich? Henrietta doesn't."
"Oh, hang Henrietta!" said Ralph, coarsely. "If you ask me, I am delighted at it."
"Is that why your father did it—for your amusement?"
"I differ with Miss Stackpole," Ralph said, more gravely. "I think it's very good for you to have means."
Isabel looked at him a moment with serious eyes. "I wonder whether you know what is good for me—or whether you care."
"If I know, depend upon it I care. Shall I tell you what it is? Not to torment yourself."
"Not to torment you, I suppose you mean."
"You can't do that; I am proof. Take things more easily. Don't ask yourself so much whether this or that is good for you. Don't question your conscience so much—it will get out of tune, like a strummed piano. Keep it for great occasions. Don't try so much to form your character—it's like trying to pull open a rosebud. Live as you like best, and your character will form itself. Most things are good for you; the exceptions are very
