"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 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, 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 anything you like," Mr.Touchett said at last; "but I'm not sure it's right.