She was nevertheless prepared to sacrifice
this mystic sentiment to her great consideration for her friend.
That personage finely meditated. "After all, why should we both
go; having, each of us, so much to do during these last hours?"
"Very good; I can easily go alone."
"I don't know about your going alone- to the house of a handsome
bachelor. He has been married- but so long ago!"
Isabel stared. "When Mr. Osmond's away what does it matter?"
"They don't know he's away, you see."
"They? Whom do you mean?"
"Every one. But perhaps it doesn't signify."
"If you were going why shouldn't I?" Isabel asked.
"Because I'm an old frump and you're a beautiful young woman."
"Granting all that, you've not promised."
"How much you think of your promises!" said the elder woman in
mild mockery.
"I think a great deal of my promises. Does that surprise you?"
"You're right," Madame Merle audibly reflected. "I really think
you wish to be kind to the child."
"I wish very much to be kind to her."
"Go and see her then; no one will be the wiser. And tell her I'd
have come if you hadn't. Or rather," Madame Merle added, "don't tell
her.
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