He went to see Madame Merle on the morrow, and to his surprise she let him off rather easily. But she made him promise that he would stop there till something should have been decided. Mr Osmond had had higher expectations; it was very true that as he had no intention of giving his daughter a portion such expectations were open to criticism or even, if one would, to ridicule. But she would advise Mr Rosier not to take that tone; if he would possess his soul in patience he might arrive at his felicity. Mr Osmond was not favourable to his suit, but it wouldnt be a miracle if he should gradually come round. Pansy would never defy her father, he might depend on that; so nothing was to be gained by precipitation. Mr Osmond needed to accustom his mind to an offer of a sort that he had not hitherto entertained, and this result must come of itselfit was useless to try to force it. Rosier remarked that his own situation would be in the meanwhile the most uncomfortable in the world, and Madame Merle assured him that she felt for him. But, as she justly declared, one couldnt have everything one wanted; she had learned that lesson for herself. There would be no use in his writing to Gilbert Osmond, who had charged her to tell him as much. He wished the matter dropped for a few weeks and would himself write when he should have anything to communicate that it might please Mr Rosier to hear.
He doesnt like your having spoken to Pansy. Ah, he doesnt like it at all, said Madame Merle.
Im perfectly willing to give him a chance to tell me so!
If you do that hell tell you more than you care to hear. Go to the house, for the next month, as little as possible, and leave the rest to me.
As little as possible? Whos to measure the possibility?
Let me measure it. Go on Thursday evenings with the rest of the world, but dont go at all at odd times, and dont fret about Pansy. Ill see that she understands everything. Shes a calm little nature; shell take it quietly.
Edward Rosier fretted about Pansy a good deal, but he did as he was advised, and awaited another Thursday evening before returning to Palazzo Roccanera. There had been a party at dinner, so that though he went early the company was already tolerably numerous. Osmond, as usual, was in the first room, near the fire, staring straight at the door, so that, not to be distinctly uncivil, Rosier had to go and speak to him.
Im glad that you can take a hint, Pansys father said, slightly closing his keen, conscious eyes.
I take no hints. But I took a message, as I supposed it to be.
You took it? Where did you take it?
It seemed to poor Rosier he was being insulted, and he waited a moment, asking himself how much a true lover ought to submit to. Madame Merle gave me, as I understood it, a message from youto the effect that you declined to give me the opportunity I desire, the opportunity to explain my wishes to you. And he flattered himself he spoke rather sternly.
I dont see what Madame Merle has to do with it. Why did you apply to Madame Merle?
I asked her for an opinionfor nothing more. I did so because she had seemed to me to know you very well.
She doesnt know me so well as she thinks, said Osmond.
Im sorry for that, because she has given me some little ground for hope.
Osmond stared into the fire a moment. I set a great price on my daughter.
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