At any rate, whether you do or not, you must help me.

It's about poor Mr.Rosier." "Ah," said Isabel reflectively, "it's 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 didn't." "How should he know what I know?
He has never spoken to me of the matter." "It's probably because he doesn't know how to speak of it." "It's nevertheless the sort of question in which he's rarely at fault." "Yes, because as a general thing he knows perfectly well what to think.
To-day he doesn't." "Haven't you been telling him ?" Isabel asked.
Madame Merle gave a bright, voluntary smile.