one else's. Do you mean that Isabel is guilty—is guilty—" and she paused a little, choosing her expression.
"Do I mean she's guilty? Oh dear no, not yet, I hope. I only mean that Osmond is very tiresome, and that Lord Warburton is, as I hear, a great deal at the house. I'm afraid you are scandalised."
"No, I am very anxious," Henrietta said.
"Ah, you are not very complimentary to Isabel! You should have more confidence. I tell you," the Countess added quickly, "if it will be a comfort to you I will engage to draw him off."
Miss Stackpole answered at first only with the deeper solemnity of her eyes.
"You don't understand me," she said after a while. "I haven't the idea that you seem to suppose. I am not afraid for Isabel—in that way. I am only afraid she is unhappy—that's what I want to get at."
The Countess gave a dozen turns of the head; she looked impatient and sarcastic.
"That may very well be; for my part I should like to know whether Osmond is."
Miss Stackpole had begun to bore her a little.
"If she is really changed that must be at the bottom of it," Henrietta went on.
"You will see; she will tell you," said the Countess.
"Ah, she may not tell me—that's what I am afraid of!"
"Well, if Osmond isn't enjoying himself I flatter myself I shall discover it," the Countess rejoined.
"I don't care for that," said Henrietta.
"I do immensely! If Isabel is unhappy I am very sorry for her, but I can't help it. I might tell her something that would make her worse, but I can't tell her anything that would console
