"Can't Mr.Osmond speak to her?
He's within six feet of her." Mrs.Osmond also hesitated.

"She's not very lively, and he doesn't like dull people." "But she's good enough for me?
Ah now, that's hard!" "I only mean that you've ideas for two.

And then you're so obliging." "No, he's not--to me." And Mrs.Osmond vaguely smiled.
"That's a sign he should be doubly so to other women.
"So I tell him," she said, still smiling.
"You see I want some tea," Rosier went on, looking wistfully beyond.
"That's perfect.

Go and give some to my young lady." "Very good; but after that I'll abandon her to her fate.

The simple truth is I'm dying to have a little talk with Miss Osmond." "Ah," said Isabel, turning away, "I can't help you there!" Five minutes later, while he handed a tea-cup to the damsel in pink, whom he had conducted into the other room, he wondered whether, in making to Mrs.Osmond the profession I have just quoted, he had broken the spirit of his promise to Madame Merle.