answered. "It is precisely to fit her for the world," she murmured, glancing at Pansy, who stood at a little distance, looking at Madame Merle's elegant apparel.
"Do you hear that, Pansy? You are meant for the world," said Pansy's father.
The child gazed at him an instant with her pure young eyes.
"Am I not meant for you, papa?" she asked.
Papa gave a quick, light laugh.
"That doesn't prevent it! I am of the world, Pansy."
"Kindly permit us to retire," said sister Catherine. "Be good, in any case, my daughter."
"I shall certainly come back and see you," Pansy declared, recommencing her embraces, which were presently interrupted by Madame Merle.
"Stay with me, my child," she said, "while your father takes the good ladies to the door."
Pansy stared, disappointed, but not protesting. She was evidently impregnated with the idea of submission, which was due to any one who took the tone of authority; and she was a passive spectator of the operation of her fate.
"May I not see mamman Catherine get into the carriage?" she asked very gently.
"It would please me better if you would remain with me," said Madame Merle, while Mr. Osmond and his companions, who had bowed low again to the other visitor, passed into the ante-chamber.
"Oh yes, I will stay," Pansy answered; and she stood near Madame Merle, surrendering her little hand, which this lady took. She stared out of the window; her eyes had filled with tears.
"I am glad they have taught you to obey," said Madame Merle. "That is what little girls should do."
