THE PORTRAIT OF A LADY. 267 glass houses. If Mr. Osmond was more selfish than most of his fellows, the fact will still establish itself. Lest it should fail to do so, I must decline to- commit myself to an accusation so gross; the more especially as several of the items of our story would seem to point the other way. It is well known that there are few indications of selfishness more conclusive (on the part of a gentleman at least) than the preference fora single life. Gilbert Osmond, after having tasted of matrimony, had spent a succession of years in the full enjoyment of recovered singleness. He was familiar with the simplicity of purpose, the lonely liberties, of bachelorhood. He had reached that period of life when it is supposed to be doubly difficult to renounce these liberties, endeared as they are by long association ; and yet he was pre- pared to make the generous sacrifice. It would seem that this might fairly be set down to the credit of the noblest of our qualities the faculty of self-devotion. Certain it is that Osmond's desire to marry had been deep and distinct. It had not been notorious ; he had not gone about asking people whether they knew a nice girl with a little money. Money was an object ; but this was not his manner of proceeding, and no one knew or even greatly cared whether he wished to marry or not. Madame Merle knew that we have already perceived. It was not that he had told her ; on the whole he would not have cared to tell her. But there were things of which she had no need to be told things as to which she had a sort of creative intuition. She had recognised a truth that was none the less pertinent for being very subtle : the truth that there was something very imperfect in Osmond's situation as it stood. He was a failure, of course ; that was an old story ; to Madame Merle's percep- tion he would always be a failure. But there were degrees of ineffectiveness, and there was no need of taking one of the highest. Success, for Gilbert Osmond, would be to make himself felt ; that was the only success to which he could now pretend. It is not a kind of distinction that is officially recognised unless indeed the operation be performed upon multitudes of men. Osmond's line would be to impress himself not largely but deeply ; a distinction of the most private sort. A single character might offer the whole measure of it ; the clear and .sensitive nature of a generous girl would make space for the record. The record of course would be complete if the young lady should have a fortune, and Madame Merle would have taken no pains to make Mr. Osmond acquainted with Mrs Touchett's niece if Isabel had been as scantily dowered as when first she met her. He had waited all these years because ho
