MadameMerleslowlyseatedherself，withherarmsfoldedandherwhitehandsarrangedasasupporttooneofthemandanornament，asitwere，totheother。Shelookedexquisitelycalmbutimpressivelysad。Onyourside，don’ttrytofrightenme。Iwonderifyouguesssomeofmythoughts。
ItroubleaboutthemnomorethanIcanhelp。I’vequiteenoughofmyown。
That’sbecausethey’resodelightful。
Osmondrestedhisheadagainstthebackofhischairandlookedathiscompanionwithacynicaldirectnesswhichseemedalsopartlyanexpressionoffatigue。Youdoaggravateme，heremarkedinamoment。
I’mverytired。