She had become aware more than before of the advantage of being like that--of having made one's self a firm surface, a sort of corselet of silver.
But, as I say, it was not till the winter during which we lately renewed acquaintance with our heroine that the personage in question made again a continuous stay in Rome.

Isabel now saw more of her than she had done since her marriage; but by this time Isabel's needs and inclinations had considerably changed.

It was not at present to Madame Merle that she would have applied for instruction; she had lost the desire to know this lady's clever trick.

If she had troubles she must keep them to herself, and if life was difficult it would not make it easier to confess herself beaten.

Madame Merle was doubtless of great use to herself and an ornament to any circle; but was she--would she be--of use to others in periods of refined embarrassment?
The best way to profit by her friend--this indeed Isabel had always thought--was to imitate her, to be as firm and bright as she.