scarcely be termed a member of her family. Mrs. Osmond has nothing to do with marrying her."
"I am sorry for that," said Rosier, with an amiable sigh. "I think Mrs. Osmond would favour me."
"Very likely—if her husband does not."
Edward Rosier raised his eyebrows.
"Does she take the opposite line from him?"
"In everything. They think very differently."
"Well," said Rosier, "I am sorry for that; but it's none of my business. She is very fond of Pansy."
"Yes, she is very fond of Pansy."
"And Pansy has a great affection for her. She has told me that she loves her as if she were her own mother."
"You must, after all, have had some very intimate talk with the poor child," said Madame Merle. "Have you declared your sentiments?"
"Never!" cried Rosier, lifting his neatly-gloved hand. "Never, until I have assured myself of those of the parents."
"You always wait for that? You have excellent principles; your conduct is most estimable."
"I think you are laughing at me," poor Rosier murmured, dropping back in his chair, and feeling his small moustache. "I didn't expect that of you, Madame Merle."
She shook her head calmly, like a person who saw things clearly.
"You don't do me justice. I think your conduct is in excellent taste and the best you could adopt. Yes, that's what I think."
"I wouldn't agitate her—only to agitate her; I love her too much for that," said Ned Rosier.
"I am glad, after all, that you have told me," Madame
