Je n'y peux rien, moi! I can't talk to Pansy about him.

Especially," added Madame Merle, "as I don't think him a paragon of husbands." Isabel reflected a little; after which, with a smile, "You don't wash your hands then!" she said.

After which again she added in another tone: "You can't--you're too much interested." Madame Merle slowly rose; she had given Isabel a look as rapid as the intimation that had gleamed before our heroine a few moments before.
Only this time the latter saw nothing.

"Ask him the next time, and you'll see." "I can't ask him; he has ceased to come to the house.

Gilbert has let him know that he's not welcome." "Ah yes," said Madame Merle, "I forgot that--though it's the burden of his lamentation.