"If you like I won＇t listen," Pansy suggested with an appearance of candour which imposed conviction.
"You may listen, charming child, because you won＇t understand," her father replied. The child sat down, deferentially, near the open door, within sight of the garden, into which she directed her innocent,wistful eyes; and Mr. Osmond went on irrelevantly,addressing himself to his other companion. "You＇re looking particularly well."
"I think I always look the same," said Madame Merle.
