"If I didn't already like her very much that description might alarm me," Isabel said.
"She never does anything wrong. I have brought you out here, and I wish to do the best for you. Your sister Lily told me that she hoped I would give you plenty of opportunities. I give you one in securing Madame Merle. She is one of the most brilliant women in Europe."
"I like her better than I like your description of her," Isabel persisted in saying.
"Do you flatter yourself that you will find a fault in her? I hope you will let me know when you do."
"That will be cruel—to you," said Isabel.
"You needn't mind me. You never will find one."
"Perhaps not; but I think I shall not miss it."
"She is always up to the mark!" said Mrs. Touchett. Isabel after this said to Madame Merle that she hoped she knew Mrs. Touchett believed she had not a fault.
"I am obliged to you, but I am afraid your aunt has no perception of spiritual things," Madame Merle answered.
"Do you mean by that that you have spiritual faults?"
"Ah no; I mean nothing so flat! I mean that having no faults, for your aunt, means that one is never late for dinner—that is, for her dinner. I was not late, by the way, the other day, when you came back from London; the clock was just at eight when I came into the drawing-room; it was the rest of you that were before the time. It means that one answers a letter the day one gets it, and that when one comes to stay with her one doesn't bring too much luggage, and is careful not to be taken ill. For Mrs. Touchett those things constitute virtue; it's a blessing to be able to reduce it to its elements."
Madame Merle's conversation, it will be perceived, was enriched
