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195 THE PORTRAIT OF A LADY. 195 make such a good use of it. If one shouldn't, one would be ashamed. And one must always be thinking it's a constant effort. I am not sure that it's not a greater happiness to be powerless." " JFor weak people I have no doubt it's a greater happiness. For weak people the effort not to be contemptible must be great." " And how do you know I am not weak 1 " Isabel asked. " Ah," Ealph answered, with a blush which the girl noticed, '* if you are, I am awfully sold ! " The charm of the Mediterranean coast only deepened for our heroine on acquaintance ; for it was the threshold of Italy the gate of admirations. Italy, as yet imperfectly seen and felt, stretched before her as a land of promise, a land in which a love of the beautiful might be comforted by endless knowledge. "Whenever she strolled upon the shore with her cousin and she was the companion of his daily walk she looked a while across the sea, with longing eyes, to where she knew that Genoa lay. She was glad to pause, however, on the edge of this larger knowledge ; the stillness of these soft weeks seemed good to her. They were a peaceful interlude in a career which she had little warrant as yet for regarding as agitated, but which nevertheless she was constantly picturing to herself by the light of her hopes, her fears, her fancies, her ambitions, her predilections, and which reflected these subjective accidents in a manner sufficiently dra- matic. Madame Merle had predicted to Mrs. Touchett that after Isabel had put her hand into her pocket half-a-dozen times she would be reconciled to the idea that it had been filled by a munificent uncle ; and the event justified, as it had so often justified before, Madame Merle's perspicacity. Ralph Touchett had praised his cousin for being morally inflammable ; that is, for being quick to take a hint that was meant as good advice. His advice had perhaps helped the matter ; at any rate before she left San Remo she had grown used to feeling rich. The consciousness found a place in rather a dense little group of ideas that she had about her herself, and often it was by ho means the .feast agreeable. It was a perpetual implication of good inten- tions. She lost herself in a maze of visions ; the fine things a rich, independent, generous girl, who took a large, human view of her opportunities and obligations, might do, were really innu- merable. Her fortune therefore became to her mind a part of her better self; it gave her importance, gave her even, to her own imagination, a certain ideal beauty. What it did for her in the imagination of others is another affair, and on this point we O 2