"I don't know what you mean.

You mean something--that you don't mean.

What was Monsieur Merle ?" "The husband of Madame." "You're very odious.

Has she any children ?" "Not the least little child--fortunately." "Fortunately ?" "I mean fortunately for the child.

She'd be sure to spoil it." Isabel was apparently on the point of assuring her cousin for the third time that he was odious; but the discussion was interrupted by the arrival of the lady who was the topic of it.