. I'll take you to her
myself." Then she directed her pleased guarded vision to Madame Merle.

"Will you let me remain a little?" this lady asked. "It's so good to be
here."

"You may remain always if you like!" And the good sister gave a knowing
laugh.

She led Isabel out of the room, through several corridors, and up a long
staircase. All these departments were solid and bare, light and clean;
so, thought Isabel, are the great penal establishments. Madame Catherine
gently pushed open the door of Pansy's room and ushered in the visitor;
then stood smiling with folded hands while the two others met and
embraced.

"She's glad to see you," she repeated; "it will do her good." And she
placed the best chair carefully for Isabel. But she made no movement
to seat herself; she seemed ready to retire. "How does this dear child
look?" she asked of Isabel, lingering a moment.

"She looks pale," Isabel answered.

"That's the pleasure of seeing you. She's very happy. Elle eclaire la
maison," said the good sister.

Pansy wore, as Madame Merle had said, a little black dress; it was
perhaps this that made her look pale. "They're very good to me--they
think of everything!" she exclaimed with all her customary eagerness to
accommodate.

"We think of you always--you're a precious charge," Madame Catherine
remarked in the tone of a woman with whom benevolence was a habit and
whose conception of duty was the acceptance of every care. It fell with
a leaden weight on Isabel's ears; it seemed to represent the surrender
of a personality, the authority of the Church.

When Madame Catherine had left them together Pansy kneeled down and hid
her head in her stepmother's lap. So she remained some moments, while
Isabel gently stroked her hair. Then she got up, averting her face and
looking about the room. "Don't you think I've arranged it well? I've
everything I have at home."

"It's very pretty; you're very comfortable." Isabel scarcely knew what
she could say to her. On the one hand she couldn't let her think she had
come to pity her, and on the other it would be a dull mockery to pretend
to rejoice with her. So she simply added after a moment: "I've come to
bid you good-bye. I'm going to England."

Pansy's white little face turned red. "To England! Not to come back?"

"I don't know when I shall come back."

"Ah, I'm sorry," Pansy breathed with faintness. She spoke as if she had
no right to criticise; but her tone expressed a dept