has an easy income she will never have to marry for a support. 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 started a little. "Ah, dear father, I can't offer Isabel money!"
The old man gave a groan. "Don't tell me you are 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 will do nothing without my solicitor."
"You shall see Mr. Hilary to-morrow."
"He will think we have quarrelled, you and I," said the old man.
"Very probably; I shall like him to think it," said Ralph, smiling; "and to carry out the idea, I give you notice that I shall be very sharp with you."
The humour of this appeared to touch his father; he lay a little while taking it in.
"I will do anything you like," he said at last; "but I'm not sure it's right. You say you want to put wind in her sails; but aren't you afraid of putting too much?"
"I should like to see her going before the breeze!" Ralph answered.
