"She has been in Rome all winter, at her convent; and she's too young to make journeys of pleasure." "You don't like bringing her forward ?" Isabel enquired.
"No, I think young girls should be kept out of the world." "I was brought up on a different system." "You?
Oh, with you it succeeded, because you--you were exceptional." "I don't see why," said Isabel, who, however, was not sure there was not some truth in the speech.
Mr.Osmond didn't explain; he simply went on: "If I thought it would make her resemble you to join a social group in Rome I'd take her there to-morrow." "Don't make her resemble me," said Isabel.

"Keep her like herself." "I might send her to my sister," Mr.Osmond observed.

He had almost the air of asking advice; he seemed to like to talk over his domestic matters with Miss Archer.
"Yes," she concurred; "I think that wouldn't do much towards making her resemble me!" After she had left Florence Gilbert Osmond met Madame Merle at the Countess Gemini's.

There were other people present; the Countess's drawing-room was usually well filled, and the talk had been general, but after a while Osmond left his place and came and sat on an ottoman half-behind, half-beside Madame Merle's chair.

"She wants me to go to Rome with her," he remarked in a low voice.
"To go with her ?" "To be there while she's there.