I value such
things and I have the courage to say it; I think they're very
precious. Many other people think the same, and they show it. But they
give some other reason."
Isabel hesitated a little. "I think I value everything that's
valuable. I care very much for money, and that's why I wish Mr. Osmond
to have a little."
"Give it to him then; but marry some one else."
"His name's good enough for me," the girl went on. "It's a very
pretty name. Have I such a fine one myself?"
"All the more reason you should improve on it. There are only a
dozen American names. Do you marry him out of charity?"
"It was my duty to tell you, Aunt Lydia, but I don't think it's my
duty to explain to you. Even if it were I shouldn't be able. So please
don't remonstrate; in talking about it you have me at a
disadvantage. I can't talk about it."
"I don't remonstrate, I simply answer you: I must give some sign
of intelligence. I saw it coming, and I said nothing. I never meddle."
"You never do, and I'm greatly obliged to you. You've been very
considerate."
"It was not considerate-it was convenient," said Mrs. Touchett. "But
I shall talk to Madame Merle.
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