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He went to see Madame Merle on the morrow, and to his surprise she let him off rather
easily. But she made him promise that he would stop there till something should have
been decided. Mr. Osmond had had higher expectations; it was very true that as he had no
intention of giving his daughter a portion such expectations were open to criticism or
even, if one would, to ridicule. But she would advise Mr. Rosier not to take that tone; if
he would possess his soul in patience he might arrive at his felicity. Mr. Osmond was not
favourable to his suit, but it wouldn't be a miracle if he should gradually come round.
Pansy would never defy her father, he might depend on that; so nothing was to be gained
by precipitation. Mr. Osmond needed to accustom his mind to an offer of a sort that he
had not hitherto entertained, and this result must come of itself--it was useless to try to
force it. Rosier remarked that his own situation would be in the meanwhile the most
uncomfortable in the world, and Madame Merle assured him that she felt for him. But, as
she justly declared, one couldn't have everything one wanted; she had learned that lesson
for herself. There would be no use in his writing to Gilbert Osmond, who had charged her
to tell him as much. He wished the matter dropped for a few weeks and would himself
write when he should have anything to communicate that it might please Mr. Rosier to
"He doesn't like your having spoken to Pansy, Ah, he doesn't like it at all," said Madame
"I'm perfectly willing to give him a chance to tell me so!"
"If you do that he'll tell you more than you care to hear. Go to the house, for the next
month, as little as possible, and leave the rest to me."
"As little as possible? Who's to measure the possibility?"
"Let me measure it. Go on Thursday evenings with the rest of the world, but don't go at
all at odd times, and don't fret about Pansy. I'll see that she understands everything. She's
a calm little nature; she'll take it quietly."
Edward Rosier fretted about Pansy a good deal, but he did as he was advised, and awaited
another Thursday evening before returning to Palazzo Roccanera. There had been a party
at dinner, so that though he went early the company was already tolerably numerous.
Osmond, as usual, was in the first room, near the fire, staring straight at the door, so that,
not to be distinctly uncivil, Rosier had to go and speak to him.
"I'm glad that you can take a hint," Pansy's father said, slightly closing his keen,
"I take no hints. But I took a message, as I supposed it to be."