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Madame Merle perceptibly flushed, but we know it was not her habit to retract. My dear child, I didnt speak for him, poor man; I spoke for yourself. Its not of course a question as to his liking you; it matters little whether he likes you or not! But I thought you liked him. I did, said Isabel honestly. But I dont see what that matters either. Everything that concerns you matters to me, Madame Merle returned with her weary nobleness; especially when at the same time another old friends concerned. Whatever Isabels obligations may have been to Mr Osmond, it must be admitted that she found them sufficient to lead her to put to Ralph sundry questions about him. She thought Ralphs judgements distorted by his trials, but she flattered herself she had learned to make allowance for that. Do I know him? said her cousin. Oh, yes, I know him; not well, but on the whole enough. Ive never cultivated his society, and he apparently has never found mine indispensable to his happiness. Who is he, what is he? Hes a vague, unexplained American who has been living these thirty years, or less, in Italy. Why do I call him unexplained? Only as a cover for my ignorance; I dont know his antecedents, his family, his origin. For all I do know he may be a prince in disguise; he rather looks like one, by the waylike a prince who has abdicated in a fit of fastidiousness and has been in a state of disgust ever since. He used to live in Rome; but of late years he has taken up his abode here; I remember hearing him say that Rome has grown vulgar. He has a great dread of vulgarity; thats his special line; he hasnt any other that I know of. He lives on his income, which I suspect of not being vulgarly large. Hes a poor but honest gentlemanthats what he calls himself. He married young and lost his wife, and I believe he has a daughter. He also has a sister, whos married to some small Count or other, of these parts; I remember meeting her of old. Shes nicer than he, I should think, but rather impossible. I remember there used to be some stories about her. I dont think I recommend you to know her. But why dont you ask Madame Merle about these people? She knows them all much better than I. I ask you because I want your opinion as well as hers, said Isabel. A fig for my opinion! If you fall in love with Mr Osmond what will you care for that? Not much, probably. But meanwhile it has a certain importance. The more information one has about ones dangers the better. I dont agree to thatit may make them dangers. We know too much about people in these days; we hear too much. Our ears, our minds, our mouths, are stuffed with personalities. Dont mind anything any one tells you about any one else. Judge every one and everything for yourself. Thats what I try to do, said Isabel; but when you do that people call you conceited. Youre not to mind themthats precisely my argument; not to mind what they say about yourself any more than what they say about your friend or your enemy. Isabel considered. I think youre right; but there are some things I cant help minding: for instance when my friends attacked or when I myself am praised. Of course youre always at liberty to judge the critic. Judge people as critics, however, Ralph added, and youll condemn them all! I shall see Mr Osmond for myself, said Isabel. Ive promised to pay him a visit. To pay him a visit? To go and see his view, his pictures, his daughterI dont know exactly what. Madame Merles to take me; she tells me a great many ladies call on him. |
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