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want is that you should kindly relieve me of my superfluity
and make it over to Isabel. Divide my inheritance into two
equal halves and give her the second.’
‘To do what she likes with?’
‘Absolutely what she likes.’
‘And without an equivalent?’
‘What equivalent could there be?’
‘The one I’ve already mentioned.’
‘Her marrying—some one or other? It’s just to do away
with anything of that sort that I make my suggestion. If she
has an easy income she’ll never have to marry for a support.
That’s what I want cannily to prevent. She wishes to be free,
and your bequest will make her free.’
‘Well, you seem to have thought it out,’ said Mr. Touchett.
‘But I don’t see why you appeal to me. The money will be
yours, and you can easily give it to her yourself.’
Ralph openly stared. ‘Ah, dear father, I can’t offer Isabel
money!’
The old man gave a groan. ‘Don’t tell me you’re not in
love with her! Do you want me to have the credit of it?’
‘Entirely. I should like it simply to be a clause in your
will, without the slightest reference to me.’
‘Do you want me to make a new will then?’
‘A few words will do it; you can attend to it the next time
you feel a little lively.’
‘You must telegraph to Mr. Hilary then. I’ll do nothing
without my solicitor.’
‘You shall see Mr. Hilary to-morrow.’
‘He’ll think we’ve quarrelled, you and I,’ said the old

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