VOLUME II
45. CHAPTER XLV
(continued)
"It's difficult for me to advise you," Isabel returned. "I don't
know how I can undertake that. That's for your father; you must
get his advice and, above all, you must act on it."
At this Pansy dropped her eyes; for a moment she said nothing. "I
think I should like your advice better than papa's," she
presently remarked.
"That's not as it should be," said Isabel coldly. "I love you
very much, but your father loves you better."
"It isn't because you love me--it's because you're a lady," Pansy
answered with the air of saying something very reasonable. "A
lady can advise a young girl better than a man."
"I advise you then to pay the greatest respect to your father's
wishes."
"Ah yes," said the child eagerly, "I must do that."
"But if I speak to you now about your getting married it's not
for your own sake, it's for mine," Isabel went on. "If I try to
learn from you what you expect, what you desire, it's only that I
may act accordingly."
Pansy stared, and then very quickly, "Will you do everything I
want?" she asked.
"Before I say yes I must know what such things are."
Pansy presently told her that the only thing she wanted in life
was to marry Mr. Rosier. He had asked her and she had told him
she would do so if her papa would allow it. Now her papa
wouldn't allow it.
"Very well then, it's impossible," Isabel pronounced.
"Yes, it's impossible," said Pansy without a sigh and with the
same extreme attention in her clear little face.
"You must think of something else then," Isabel went on; but
Pansy, sighing at this, told her that she had attempted that feat
without the least success.
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