"That＇s capital; it＇s very kind of you. But I should like to do a little more."
Something of that veiled acuteness with which it had been on Daniel Touchett＇s part the habit of a lifetime to listen to a 昀nancial proposition still lingered in the face in which the invalid had not obliterated the man of business. "I shall be happy to consider it," he said softly.
"Isabel＇s poor then. My mother tells me that she has but a few hundred dollars a year. I should like to make her rich."
"What do you mean by rich?"