His visitor waited a moment for him to speak, watching him as he moved about.

Then at last she said: "I hoped you'd have come to Rome.

I thought it possible you'd have wished yourself to fetch Pansy away." "That was a natural supposition; but I'm afraid it's not the first time I've acted in defiance of your calculations." "Yes," said Madame Merle, "I think you very perverse." Mr.Osmond busied himself for a moment in the room--there was plenty of space in it to move about--in the fashion of a man mechanically seeking pretexts for not giving an attention which may be embarrassing.
Presently, however, he had exhausted his pretexts; there was nothing left for him--unless he took up a book--but to stand with his hands behind him looking at Pansy.

"Why didn't you come and see the last of mamman Catherine ?" he asked of her abruptly in French.
Pansy hesitated a moment, glancing at Madame Merle.

"I asked her to stay with me," said this lady, who had seated herself again in another place.
"Ah, that was better," Osmond conceded.