Madame Merle looked about her. “Ah, it’s very true; I was going away.”
“You must stay now.”
“Certainly. I came for a reason; I’ve something on my mind.”
“I’ve told you that before,” Isabel said—“that it takes something extraordinary to bring you to this house.”
“And you know what I’ve told you; that whether I come or whether I stay away, I’ve always the same motive—the affection I bear you.”
“Yes, you’ve told me that.”
“You look just now as if you didn’t believe it,” said Madame Merle.
“Ah,” Isabel answered, “the profundity of your motives, that’s the last thing I doubt!”
“You doubt sooner of the sincerity of my words.”
Isabel shook her head gravely. “I know you’ve always been kind to me.”