“Since you came, do you mean?”
“Since I came and before I came. She’s not the same as she once so beautifully was.”
“As she was in America?”
“Yes, in America. I suppose you know she comes from there. She can’t help it, but she does.”
“Do you want to change her back again?”
“Of course I do, and I want you to help me.”
“Ah,” said Ralph, “I’m only Caliban; I’m not Prospero.”
“You were Prospero enough to make her what she has become. You’ve acted on Isabel Archer since she came here, Mr. Touchett.”
“I, my dear Miss Stackpole? Never in the world. Isabel Archer has acted on me—yes; she acts on every one. But I’ve been absolutely passive.”
“You’re too passive then. You had better stir yourself and be careful. Isabel’s changing every day; she’s drifting away—right out to sea. I’ve watched her and I can see it. She’s not the bright American girl she was. She’s taking different views, a different colour, and turning away from her old ideals. I want to save those ideals, Mr. Touchett, and that’s where you come in.”