With which he dropped into a chair and sat looking at Madame Merle; bent forward a little, his elbows on the edge of the arms and his hands interlocked.
"She's going to give me some gloves," said Pansy.
"You needn't tell that to every one, my dear," Madame Merle observed.
"You're very kind to her," said Osmond.

"She's supposed to have everything she needs." "I should think she had had enough of the nuns." "If we're going to discuss that matter she had better go out of the room." "Let her stay," said Madame Merle.

"We'll talk of something else." "If you like I won't listen," Pansy suggested with an appearance of candour which imposed conviction.
"You may listen, charming child, because you won't understand," her father replied.

The child sat down, deferentially, near the open door, within sight of the garden, into which she directed her innocent, wistful eyes; and Mr.Osmond went on irrelevantly, addressing himself to his other companion.

"You're looking particularly well." "I think I always look the same," said Madame Merle.
"You always ARE the same.