"Yes; but you can come and see me; though you have not come very often."
"I have not come because your father forbade it. To-day I bring nothing with me. I can't amuse you."
"I am not to be amused. That's not what papa wishes."
"Then it hardly matters whether I am in Rome or in England."
"You are not happy, Mrs. Osmond," said Pansy.
"Not very. But it doesn't matter."
"That's what I say to myself. What does it matter? But I should like to come out."
"I wish indeed you might."
"Don't leave me here," Pansy went on, gently.
Isabel was silent a moment; her heart beat fast.
"Will you come away with me now?" she asked.
Pansy looked at her pleadingly.
"Did papa tell you to bring me?"
"No; it's my own proposal."
"I think I had better wait, then. Did papa send me no message?"
"I don't think he knew I was coming."
"He thinks I have not had enough," said Pansy. "But I have. The ladies are very kind to me, and the little girls come to see me. There are some very little ones—such charming children. Then my room—you can see for yourself. All that is very delightful. But I have had enough. Papa wished me to think a little—and I have thought a great deal."
"What have you thought?"
"Well, that I must never displease papa."
"You knew that before."
"Yes; but I know it better. I will do anything—I will do
