影视：印度电影瀑布咖啡，讲述了 ""I don＇t think you＇re at all dull," Isabel had replied to this."But you do think I＇m obstinate and narrow-minded?I told you so!" said Mrs. Touchett with much elation at being justi昀ed.Isabel remained for the present with her aunt,because, in spite of eccentric impulses, she had a great regard for what was usually deemed decent, and a young gentlewoman without visible relations had always struck her as a 昀ower without foliage. It was true that Mrs. Touchett＇s conversation had never again appeared so brilliant as that 昀rst afternoon in Albany,when she sat in her damp waterproof and sketched the opportunities that Europe would offer to a young person of taste. This, however, was in a great measure the girl＇s own fault; she had got a glimpse of her aunt＇s experience, and her imagination constantly anticipated the judgements and emotions of a woman who had very little of the same faculty. Apart from this, Mrs.Touchett had a great merit; she was as honest as a pair of compasses. There was a comfort in her stiffness and昀rmness; you knew exactly where to 昀nd her and were never liable to chance encounters and concussions.On her own ground she was perfectly present, but was never over-inquisitive as regards the territory of her neighbour. Isabel came at last to have a kind of undemonstrable pity for her; there seemed something so dreary in the condition of a person whose nature had, as it were, so little surface—offered so limited a face to the accretions of human contact. Nothing tender, nothing sympathetic, had ever had a chance to fasten upon it—no wind-sown blossom, no familiar softening moss. Her offered, her passive extent, in other words, was about that of a knife-edge. Isabel had reason to believe none the less that as she advanced in life she made more of those concessions to the sense of something obscurely distinct from convenience—more of them than she independently exacted. She was learning to sacri昀ce consistency to considerations of that inferior order for which the excuse must be found in the particular case. It was not to the credit of her absolute rectitude that she should have gone the longest way round to Florence in order to spend a few weeks with her invalid son; since in former years it had been one of her most definite convictions that when Ralph wished to see her he was at liberty to remember that Palazzo Crescentini contained a large apartment known as the quarter of the signorino......