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‘Well,’ said his father, ‘I know she likes you. She has told
me how much she likes you.’
‘Did she remark that she would like to marry me?’
‘No, but she can’t have anything against you. And she’s
the most charming young lady I’ve ever seen. And she would
be good to you. I have thought a great deal about it.’
‘So have I,’ said Ralph, coming back to the bedside again.
‘I don’t mind telling you that.’
‘You are in love with her then? I should think you would
be. It’s as if she came over on purpose.’
‘No, I’m not in love with her; but I should be if—if cer-
tain things were different.’
‘Ah, things are always different from what they might be,’
said the old man. ‘If you wait for them to change you’ll nev-
er do anything. I don’t know whether you know,’ he went
on; ‘but I suppose there’s no harm in my alluding to it at
such an hour as this: there was some one wanted to marry
Isabel the other day, and she wouldn’t have him.’
‘I know she refused Warburton: he told me himself.’
‘Well, that proves there’s a chance for somebody else.’
‘Somebody else took his chance the other day in Lon-
don—and got nothing by it.’
‘Was it you?’ Mr. Touchett eagerly asked.
‘No, it was an older friend; a poor gentleman who came
over from America to see about it.’
‘Well, I’m sorry for him, whoever he was. But it only
proves what I say—that the way’s open to you.’
‘If it is, dear father, it’s all the greater pity that I’m unable
to tread it. I haven’t many convictions; but I have three or

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