“Did he see Pansy?”
“Yes; he sat on the sofa beside her.”
“Did he talk with her much?”
“He talked almost only to her.”
“It seems to me he’s attentive. Isn’t that what you call it?”
“I don’t call it anything,” said Isabel; “I’ve waited for you to give it a name.”
“That’s a consideration you don’t always show,” Osmond answered after a moment.
“I’ve determined, this time, to try and act as you’d like. I’ve so often failed of that.”
Osmond turned his head slowly, looking at her. “Are you trying to quarrel with me?”
“No, I’m trying to live at peace.”