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As often as you would let me. You dont always take it; then one has to let you alone. Its not to do you a kindness, however, that Ive come to-day; its quite another affair. Ive come to get rid of a trouble of my ownto make it over to you. Ive been talking to your husband about it. Im surprised at that; he doesnt like troubles. Especially other peoples; I know very well. But neither do you, I suppose. At any rate, whether you do or not, you must help me. Its about poor Mr Rosier. Ah, said Isabel reflectively, its his trouble then, not yours. He has succeeded in saddling me with it. He comes to see me ten times a week, to talk about Pansy. Yes, he wants to marry her. I know all about it. Madame Merle hesitated. I gathered from your husband that perhaps you didnt. How should he know what I know? He has never spoken to me of the matter. Its probably because he doesnt know how to speak of it. Its nevertheless the sort of question in which hes rarely at fault. Yes, because as a general thing he knows perfectly well what to think. To-day he doesnt. Havent you been telling him? Isabel asked. Madame Merle gave a bright, voluntary smile. Do you know youre a little dry? Yes; I cant help it. Mr Rosier has also talked to me. In that theres some reason. Youre so near the child. Ah, said Isabel, for all the comfort Ive given him! If you think me dry, I wonder what he thinks. I believe he thinks you can do more than you have done. I can do nothing. You can do more at least than I. I dont know what mysterious connection he may have discovered between me and Pansy; but he came to me from the first, as if I held his fortune in my hand. Now he keeps coming back, to spur me up, to know what hope there is, to pour out his feelings. Hes very much in love, said Isabel. Very muchfor him. Very much for Pansy, you might say as well. Madame Merle dropped her eyes a moment. Dont you think shes attractive? The dearest little person possiblebut very limited. She ought to be all the easier for Mr Rosier to love. Mr Rosiers not unlimited. No, said Isabel, he has about the extent of ones pocket-handkerchiefthe small ones with lace borders. Her humour had lately turned a good deal to sarcasm, but in a moment she was ashamed of exercising |
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