Passage Isabel always felt an impulse to pull out the pins; not that she imagined they inflicted any damage on the tough old parchment, but because it seemed to her her aunt might make better use of her sharpness. She was very critical herself—it was incidental to her sex, and her nationality but she was very sentimental as well, and there was something in Mrs. Touchett s dryness that set her own moral fountains flowing, "Now what s your point of view？" she asked of her aunt. "When you criticize everything here you should have a point of view. Yours doesn t seem to be American you thought everything over there so disagreeable. When I have mine; it s thoroughly American!" "My dear young lady" , said Mrs. Touchett, "there are as many points of view in the world as there are people of sense to take them. You may say that doesn t make them very numerous. American？ Never in the world; that s shockingly narrow. My point of view, thank God, is personal!" Isabel thought this a better answer than she admitted; it was a tolerable description of her own manner of judging, but it would not have sounded well for her to say so. Questions:
This passage is taken from a well-known novel. What is the name of the novel？