Having made this excellent point he became quiet; but the next time that Ralph was with him heagain addressed himself to conversation. The nurse had gone to her supper and Ralph was alone incharge, having just relieved Mrs. Touchett, who had been on guard since dinner. The room waslighted only by the flickering fire, which of late had become necessary, and Ralph's tall shadowwas projected over wall and ceiling with an outline constantly varying but always grotesque."Who's that with me--is it my son?" the old man asked."Yes, it's your son, daddy."第 123 页 共 391 页原版英语阅读网"And is there no one else?""No one else."Mr. Touchett said nothing for a while; and then, "I want to talk a little," he went on."Won't it tire you?" Ralph demurred."It won't matter if it does. I shall have a long rest. I want to talk about YOU."Ralph had drawn nearer to the bed; he sat leaning forward with his hand on his father's. "You hadbetter select a brighter topic.""You were always bright; I used to be proud of your brightness. I should like so much to thinkyou'd do something.""If you leave us," said Ralph, "I shall do nothing but miss you.""That's just what I don't want; it's what I want to talk about. You must get a new interest.""I don't want a new interest, daddy. I have more old ones than I know what to do with."The old man lay there looking at his son; his face was the face of the dying, but his eyes were theeyes of Daniel Touchett. He seemed to be reckoning over Ralph's interests. "Of course you haveyour mother," he said at last. "You'll take care of her.""My mother will always take care of herself," Ralph returned."Well," said his father, "perhaps as she grows older she'll need a little help.""I shall not see that. She'll outlive me.""Very likely she will; but that's no reason--!" Mr. Touchett let his phrase die away in a helpless butnot quite querulous sigh and remained silent again."Don't trouble yourself about us," said his son, "My mother and I get on very well together, youknow.""You get on by always being apart; that's not natural.""If you leave us we shall probably see more of each other.""Well," the old man observed with wandering irrelevance, "it can't be said that my death will makemuch difference in your mother's life.""It will probably make more than you think.""Well, she'll have more money," said Mr. Touchett. "I've left her a good wife's portion, just as ifshe had been a good wife.""She has been one, daddy, according to her own theory. She has never troubled you.""Ah, some troubles are pleasant," Mr. Touchett murmured. "Those you've given me for instance.But your mother has been less-- less--what shall I call it? less out of the way since I've been ill. Ipresume she knows I've noticed it.""I shall certainly tell her so; I'm so glad you mention it.""It won't make any difference to her; she doesn't do it to please me. She does it to please--toplease--" And he lay a while trying to think why she did it. "She does it because it suits her. Butthat's not what I want to talk about," he added. "It's about you. You'll be very well off."第 124 页 共 391 页原版英语阅读网"Yes," said Ralph, "I know that. But I hope you've not forgotten the talk we had a year ago--when Itold you exactly what money I should need and begged you to make some good use of the rest.""Yes, yes, I remember. I made a new will--in a few days. I suppose it was the first time such athing had happened--a young man trying to get a will made against him.""It is not against me," said Ralph. "It would be against me to have a large property to take care of.It's impossible for a man in my state of health to spend much money, and enough is as good as afeast.""Well, you'll have enough--and something over. There will be more than enough for one--therewill be enough for two.""That's too much," said Ralph."Ah, don't say that. The best thing you can do; when I'm gone, will be to marry."Ralph had foreseen what his father was coming to, and this suggestion was by no means fresh. Ithad long been Mr. Touchett's most ingenious way of taking the cheerful view of his son's possibleduration. Ralph had usually treated it facetiously; but present circumstances proscribed thefacetious. He simply fell back in his chair and returned his father's appealing gaze."If I, with a wife who hasn't been very fond of me, have had a very happy life," said the old man,carrying his ingenuity further still, "what a life mightn't you have if you should marry a persondifferent from Mrs. Touchett. There are more different from her than there are like her." Ralph stillsaid nothing; and after a pause his father resumed softly: "What do you think of your cousin?"At this Ralph started, meeting the question with a strained smile. "Do I understand you to proposethat I should marry Isabel?""Well, that's what it comes to in the end. Don't you like Isabel?""Yes, very much." And Ralph got up from his chair and wandered over to the fire. He stood beforeit an instant and then he stooped and stirred it mechanically. "I like Isabel very much," he repeated."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 everseen. 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 onpurpose.""No, I'm not in love with her; but I should be if--if certain things were different.""Ah, things are always different from what they might be," said the old man. "If you wait for themto change you'll never do anything. I don't know whether you know," he went on; "but I supposethere's no harm in my alluding to it at such an hour as this: there was some one wanted to marryIsabel 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."第 125 页 共 391 页原版英语阅读网"Somebody else took his chance the other day in London--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 toyou.""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 four that I hold strongly. One is that people, on the whole, had better not marrytheir cousins. Another is that people in an advanced stage of pulmonary disorder had better notmarry at all."The old man raised his weak hand and moved it to and fro before his face. "What do you mean bythat? You look at things in a way that would make everything wrong. What sort of a cousin is acousin that you had never seen for more than twenty years of her life? We're all each other'scousins, and if we stopped at that the human race would die out. It's just the same with your badlung. You're a great deal better than you used to be. All you want is to lead a natural life. It is agreat deal more natural to marry a pretty young lady that you're in love with than it is to remainsingle on false principles.""I'm not in love with Isabel," said Ralph."You said just now that you would be if you didn't think it wrong. I want to prove to you that itisn't wrong.""It will only tire you, dear daddy," said Ralph, who marvelled at his father's tenacity and at hisfinding strength to insist. "Then where shall we all be?""Where shall you be if I don't provide for you? You won't have anything to do with the bank, andyou won't have me to take care of. You say you've so many interests; but I can't make them out."Ralph leaned back in his chair with folded arms; his eyes were fixed for some time in meditation.At last, with the air of a man fairly mustering courage, "I take a great interest in my cousin," hesaid, "but not the sort of interest you desire. I shall not live many years; but I hope I shall live longenough to see what she does with herself. She's entirely independent of me; I can exercise verylittle influence upon her life. But I should like to do something for her.""What should you like to do?""I should like to put a little wind in her sails.""What do you mean by that?""I should like to put it into her power to do some of the things she wants. She wants to see theworld for instance. I should like to put money in her purse.""Ah, I'm glad you've thought of that," said the old man. "But I've thought of it too. I've left her alegacy--five thousand pounds.""That's capital; it's very kind of you. But I should like to do a little more."Something of that veiled acuteness with which it had been on Daniel Touchett's part the habit of alifetime to listen to a financial proposition still lingered in the face in which the invalid had notobliterated the man of business. "I shall be happy to consider it," he said softly.第 126 页 共 391 页原版英语阅读网"Isabel's poor then. My mother tells me that she has but a few hundred dollars a year. I should liketo make her rich.""What do you mean by rich?""I call people rich when they're able to meet the requirements of their imagination. Isabel has agreat deal of imagination.""So have you, my son," said Mr. Touchett, listening very attentively but a little confusedly."You tell me I shall have money enough for two. What I want is that you should kindly relieve meof my superfluity and make it over to Isabel. Divide my inheritance into two equal halves and giveher 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 mysuggestion. If she has an easy income she'll never have to marry for a support. That's what I wantcannily 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 thecredit 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 man."Very probably; I shall like him to think it," said Ralph, smiling; "and, to carry out the idea, I giveyou notice that I shall be very sharp, quite horrid and strange, with you."The humour of this appeared to touch his father, who lay a little while taking it in. "I'll do anythingyou like," Mr. Touchett said at last; "but I'm not sure it's right. You say you want to put wind in hersails; but aren't you afraid of putting too much?""I should like to see her going before the breeze!" Ralph answered."You speak as if it were for your mere amusement.""So it is, a good deal."第 127 页 共 391 页原版英语阅读网"Well, I don't think I understand," said Mr. Touchett with a sigh. "Young men are very differentfrom what I was. When I cared for a girl--when I was young--I wanted to do more than look ather.""You've scruples that I shouldn't have had, and you've ideas that I shouldn't have had either. Yousay Isabel wants to be free, and that her being rich will keep her from marrying for money. Do youthink that she's a girl to do that?""By no means. But she has less money than she has ever had before. Her father then gave hereverything, because he used to spend his capital. She has nothing but the crumbs of that feast tolive on, and she doesn't really know how meagre they are--she has yet to learn it. My mother hastold me all about it. Isabel will learn it when she's really thrown upon the world, and it would bevery painful to me to think of her coming to the consciousness of a lot of wants she should beunable to satisfy.""I've left her five thousand pounds. She can satisfy a good many wants with that.""She can indeed. But she would probably spend it in two or three years.""You think she'd be extravagant then?""Most certainly," said Ralph, smiling serenely.Poor Mr. Touchett's acuteness was rapidly giving place to pure confusion. "It would merely be aquestion of time then, her spending the larger sum?""No--though at first I think she'd plunge into that pretty freely: she'd probably make over a part ofit to each of her sisters. But after that she'd come to her senses, remember she has still a lifetimebefore her, and live within her means.""Well, you HAVE worked it out," said the old man helplessly. "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," Mr. Touchett answered. "I don't think I enter into your spirit. It seems to meimmoral.""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's good, your making things easy is all to thecredit 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's a sweet young thing; but do you think she's so good as that?""She's as good as her best opportunities," Ralph returned."Well," Mr. Touchett declared, "she ought to get a great many opportunities for sixty thousandpounds.""I've no doubt she will.""Of course I'll do what you want," said the old man. "I only want to understand it a little."第 128 页 共 391 页原版英语阅读网"Well, dear daddy, don't you understand it now?" his son caressingly asked. "If you don't we won'ttake any more trouble about it. We'll leave it alone."Mr. Touchett lay a long time still. Ralph supposed he had given up the attempt to follow. But atlast, quite lucidly, he began again. "Tell me this first. Doesn't it occur to you that a young lady withsixty thousand pounds may fall a victim to the fortune-hunters?""She'll hardly fall a victim to more than one.""Well, one's too many.""Decidedly. That's a risk, and it has entered into my calculation. I think it's appreciable, but I thinkit's small, and I'm prepared to take it."Poor Mr. Touchett's acuteness had passed into perplexity, and his perplexity now passed intoadmiration. "Well, you have gone into it!" he repeated. "But I don't see what good you're to get ofit."Ralph leaned over his father's pillows and gently smoothed them; he was aware their talk had beenunduly prolonged. "I shall get just the good I said a few moments ago I wished to put into Isabel'sreach--that of having met the requirements of my imagination. But it's scandalous, the way I'vetaken advantage of you!"CHAPTER XIXAs Mrs. Touchett had foretold, Isabel and Madame Merle were thrown much together during theillness of their host, so that if they had not become intimate it would have been almost a breach ofgood manners. Their manners were of the best, but in addition to this they happened to please eachother. It is perhaps too much to say that they swore an eternal friendship, but tacitly at least theycalled the future to witness. Isabel did so with a perfectly good conscience, though she would havehesitated to admit she was intimate with her new friend in the high sense she privately attached tothis term. She often wondered indeed if she ever had been, or ever could be, intimate with any one.She had an ideal of friendship as well as of several other sentiments, which it failed to seem to herin this case--it had not seemed to her in other cases--that the actual completely expressed. But sheoften reminded herself that there were essential reasons why one's ideal could never becomeconcrete. It was a thing to believe in, not to see--a matter of faith, not of experience. Experience,however, might supply us with very creditable imitations of it, and the part of wisdom was to makethe best of these. Certainly, on the whole, Isabel had never encountered a more agreeable andinteresting figure than Madame Merle; she had never met a person having less of that fault whichis the principal obstacle to friendship--the air of reproducing the more tiresome, the stale, the too-familiar parts of one's own character. The gates of the girl's confidence were opened wider thanthey had ever been; she said things to this amiable auditress that she had not yet said to any one.Sometimes she took alarm at her candour: it was as if she had given to a comparative stranger thekey to her cabinet of jewels. These spiritual gems were the only ones of any magnitude that Isabelpossessed, but there was all the greater reason for their being carefully guarded. Afterwards,however, she always remembered that one should never regret a generous error and that ifMadame Merle had not the merits she attributed to her, so much the worse for Madame Merle.第 129 页 共 391 页