"I mean to take her to Paris. I mean to get her clothing."
"Ah yes, that＇s of course. But independently of that?"
"I shall invite her to spend the autumn with me in Florence."
"You don＇t rise above detail, dear mother," said Ralph. "I should like to know what you mean to do with her in a general way."
"My duty!" Mrs. Touchett declared. "I suppose you pity her very much," she added.
"No, I don＇t think I pity her. She doesn＇t strike me as inviting compassion. I think I envy her. Before being sure, however, give me a hint of where you see your duty."