486 THE PORTRAIT OF A LADY. " She is glad to see you," she repeated ; " it will do her good." And she placed the best chair carefully for Isabel. But she made no movement to seat herself ; she seemed ready to retire. " How does this dear child look ? " she asked of Isabel, lingering a moment. " She looks pale," Isabel answered. " That is the pleasure of seeing you. She is very happy. Elle eclair e la maison" said the good sister. Pansy wore, as Madame Merle had said, a little black dress ; it was perhaps this that made her look pale. " They are very good to me they think of everything ! " she exclaimed, with all her customary eagerness to say something agreeable. " We think of you always you are a precious charge," Madame Catherine remarked, in the tone of a woman with whom benevolence was a habit, and whose conception of duty was the acceptance of every care. It fell with a leaden weight upon Isabel's ears ; it seemed to represent the surrender of a person- ality, the authority of the Church. When Madame Catherine had left them together, Pansy kneeled down before Isabel and hid her head in her stepmother's lap. So she remained some moments, while Isabel gently stroked her hair. Then she got up, averting her face and looking about the room. " Don't you think I have arranged it well 1 I have everything I have at home." " It is very pretty ; you are very comfortable." Isabel scarcely knew what she could say to her. On the one hand she could not let her think she had come to pity her, and on the other it would be a dull mockery to pretend to rejoic,e with her. So she simply added, after a moment, " I have come to bid you good-bye. I am going to England." Pansy's white little face turned red. " To England ! Not to come back 1 " " I don't know when I shall come back." " Ah ; I'm sorry," said Pansy, faintly. She spoke as if she had no right to criticise; but her tone expressed a depth of disappointment. " My cousin, Mr. Touchett, is very ill ; he will probably die. I wish to see him," Isabel said. " Ah, yes ; you told me he vvoidd die. Of course you must go. And will papa go ? " "No; I shall go alone." For a moment, Pansy said nothing. Isabel had often wondered
