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Pansy said nothing for a moment; she only continued to smile as if she were in possession of a bright assurance. Theres no dangerno danger! she declared at last. There was a conviction in the way she said this, and a felicity in her believing it, which conduced to Isabels awkwardness. She felt accused of dishonesty, and the idea was disgusting. To repair her self- respect she was on the point of saying that Lord Warburton had let her know that there was a danger. But she didnt; she only saidin her embarrassment rather wide of the markthat he surely had been most kind, most friendly. Yes, he has been very kind, Pansy answered. Thats what I like him for. Why then is the difficulty so great? Ive always felt sure of his knowing that I dont wantwhat did you say I should do?to encourage him. He knows I dont want to marry, and he wants me to know that he therefore wont trouble me. Thats the meaning of his kindness. Its as if he said to me: I like you very much, but if it doesnt please you Ill never say it again. I think thats very kind, very noble, Pansy went on with deepening positiveness. That is all weve said to each other. And he doesnt care for me either. Ah no, theres no danger. Isabel was touched with wonder at the depths of perception of which this submissive little person was capable; she felt afraid of Pansys wisdombegan almost to retreat before it. You must tell your father that, she remarked reservedly. I think Id rather not, Pansy unreservedly answered. You oughtnt to let him have false hopes. Perhaps not; but it will be good for me that he should. So long as he believes that Lord Warburton intends anything of the kind you say, papa wont propose any one else. And that will be an advantage for me, said the child very lucidly. There was something brilliant in her lucidity, and it made her companion draw a long breath. It relieved this friend of a heavy responsibility. Pansy had a sufficient illumination of her own, and Isabel felt that she herself just now had no light to spare from her small stock. Nevertheless it still clung to her that she must be loyal to Osmond, that she was on her honour in dealing with his daughter. Under the influence of this sentiment she threw out another suggestion before she retireda suggestion with which it seemed to her that she should have done her utmost. Your father takes for granted at least that you would like to marry a nobleman. Pansy stood in the open doorway; she had drawn back the curtain for Isabel to pass. I think Mr Rosier looks like one! she remarked very gravely. |
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