Some new idea, some big work." "Is it very difficult to take hold ?" Ralph enquired.
"Not if you put your heart into it." "Ah, my heart," said Ralph.

"If it depends upon my heart--!" "Haven't you got a heart ?" "I had one a few days ago, but I've lost it since." "You're not serious," Miss Stackpole remarked; "that's what's the matter with you." But for all this, in a day or two, she again permitted him to fix her attention and on the later occasion assigned a different cause to her mysterious perversity.

"I know what's the matter with you, Mr.
Touchett," she said.

"You think you're too good to get married." "I thought so till I knew you, Miss Stackpole," Ralph answered; "and then I suddenly changed my mind." "Oh pshaw!" Henrietta groaned.
"Then it seemed to me," said Ralph, "that I was not good enough." "It would improve you.

Besides, it's your duty." "Ah," cried the young man, "one has so many duties! Is that a duty too ?" "Of course it is--did you never know that before?
It's every one's duty to get married." Ralph meditated a moment; he was disappointed.