He wrote me a very pleasant
letter, telling me all about them. Should you like to see his letter?"
the old man obligingly asked.
"Thank you; I don't think I care about that. But I'm glad he wrote
to you; it was right that he should, and he would be certain to do
what was right."
"Ah well, I guess you do like him!" Mr. Touchett declared. "You
needn't pretend you don't."
"I like him extremely; I'm very free to admit that. But I don't wish
to marry any one just now."
"You think some one may come along whom you may like better. Well,
that's very likely," said Mr. Touchett, who appeared to wish to show
his kindness to the girl by easing off her decision, as it were, and
finding cheerful reasons for it.
"I don't care if I don't meet any one else. I like Lord Warburton
quite well enough." She fell into that appearance of a sudden change
of point of view with which she sometimes startled and even displeased
her interlocutors.
Her uncle, however, seemed proof against either of these
impressions. "He's a very fine man," he resumed in a tone which
might have passed for that of encouragement. "His letter was one of
the pleasantest I've received for some weeks.
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