"I＇m not in love with Isabel," said Ralph.
"You said just now that you would be if you didn＇t think it wrong. I want to prove to you that it isn＇t wrong."
"It will only tire you, dear daddy," said Ralph, who marvelled at his father＇s tenacity and at his finding strength to insist. "Then where shall we all be?"
"Where shall you be if I don＇t provide for you? You won＇t have anything to do with the bank, and you won＇t have me to take care of. You say you＇ve so many interests; but I can＇t make them out."