"Of papa—a little. And of Madame Merle. She has just been to see me."
"You must not say that," Isabel observed.
"Oh, I will do everything they want. Only if you are here I shall do it more easily."
Isabel reflected a little.
"I won't desert you," she said at last. "Good-bye, my child."
Then they held each other a moment in a silent embrace, like two sisters; and afterwards Pansy walked along the corridor with her visitor to the top of the staircase.
"Madame Merle has been here," Pansy remarked as they went; and as Isabel answered nothing she added, abruptly, "I don't like Madame Merle!"
Isabel hesitated a moment; then she stopped.
"You must never say that—that you don't like Madame Merle."
Pansy looked at her in wonder; but wonder with Pansy had never been a reason for non-compliance.
"I never will again," she said, with exquisite gentleness.
At the top of the staircase they had to separate, as it appeared to be part of the mild but very definite discipline under which Pansy lived that she should not go down. Isabel descended, and when she reached the bottom the girl was standing above.
"You will come back?" she called out in a voice that Isabel remembered afterwards.
"Yes—I will come back."
Madame Catherine met Isabel below, and conducted her to the door of the parlour, outside of which the two stood talking a minute.
