Mr.Rosier's not unlimited." "No," said Isabel, "he has about the extent of one's pocket-handkerchief--the small ones with lace borders." Her humour had lately turned a good deal to sarcasm, but in a moment she was ashamed of exercising it on so innocent an object as Pansy's suitor.

"He's very kind, very honest," she presently added; "and he's not such a fool as he seems." "He assures me that she delights in him," said Madame Merle.
"I don't know; I've not asked her." "You've never sounded her a little ?" "It's not my place; it's her father's." "Ah, you're too literal!" said Madame Merle.
"I must judge for myself." Madame Merle gave her smile again.

"It isn't easy to help you." "To help me ?" said Isabel very seriously.

"What do you mean ?" "It's easy to displease you.

Don't you see how wise I am to be careful?
I notify you, at any rate, as I notified Osmond, that I wash my hands of the love-affairs of Miss Pansy and Mr.Edward Rosier.