But when I've to come out and into a strong light--then, my dear, I'm a horror!" I know not whether it was on this occasion or on some other that the conversation had taken the turn I have just indicated she said to Isabel that she would some day a tale unfold.

Isabel assured her she should delight to listen to one, and reminded her more than once of this engagement.

Madame Merle, however, begged repeatedly for a respite, and at last frankly told her young companion that they must wait till they knew each other better.

This would be sure to happen, a long friendship so visibly lay before them.

Isabel assented, but at the same time enquired if she mightn't be trusted--if she appeared capable of a betrayal of confidence.
"It's not that I'm afraid of your repeating what I say," her fellow visitor answered; "I'm afraid, on the contrary, of your taking it too much to yourself.