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 certain 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 never 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 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.