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Dont talk about gratitude, he returned dryly. And dont aggravate me, he added in a moment. Madame Merle slowly seated herself, with her arms folded and her white hands arranged as a support to one of them and an ornament, as it were, to the other. She looked exquisitely calm but impressively sad. On your side, dont try to frighten me. I wonder if you guess some of my thoughts. I trouble about them no more than I can help. Ive quite enough of my own. Thats because theyre so delightful. Osmond rested his head against the back of his chair and looked at his companion with a cynical directness which seemed also partly an expression of fatigue. You do aggravate me, he remarked in a moment. Im very tired. Eh moi donc!1 cried Madame Merle. With you its because you fatigue yourself. With me its not my own fault. When I fatigue myself its for you. Ive given you an interest. Thats a great gift. Do you call it an interest? Osmond enquired with detachment. Certainly, since it helps you to pass your time. The time has never seemed longer to me than this winter. Youve never looked better; youve never been so agreeable, so brilliant. Damn my brilliancy! he thoughtfully murmured. How little, after all, you know me! If I dont know you I know nothing, smiled Madame Merle. Youve the feeling of complete success. No, I shall not have that till Ive made you stop judging me. I did that long ago. I speak from old knowledge. But you express yourself more too. Osmond just hung fire. I wish youd express yourself less! You wish to condemn me to silence? Remember that Ive never been a chatterbox. At any rate there are three or four things I should like to say to you first. Your wife doesnt know what to do with herself, she went on with a change of tone. Pardon me; she knows perfectly. She has a line sharply drawn. She means to carry out her ideas. Her ideas to-day must be remarkable. Certainly they are. She has more of them than ever. She was unable to show me any this morning, said Madame Merle. She seemed in a very simple, almost in a stupid, state of mind. She was completely bewildered. You had better say at once that she was pathetic. Ah no, I dont want to encourage you too much. He still had his head against the cushion behind him; the ankle of one foot rested on the other knee. So he sat for a while. I should like to know whats the matter with you, he said at last. |
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