VOLUME II
50. CHAPTER L
(continued)
"I'm going to the convent."
"To the convent?"
Pansy drew nearer, till she was near enough to put her arms round
Isabel and rest her head on her shoulder. She stood this way a
moment, perfectly still; but her companion could feel her
tremble. The quiver of her little body expressed everything she
was unable to say. Isabel nevertheless pressed her. "Why are you
going to the convent?"
"Because papa thinks it best. He says a young girl's better,
every now and then, for making a little retreat. He says the
world, always the world, is very bad for a young girl. This is
just a chance for a little seclusion--a little reflexion." Pansy
spoke in short detached sentences, as if she could scarce trust
herself; and then she added with a triumph of self-control: "I
think papa's right; I've been so much in the world this winter."
Her announcement had a strange effect on Isabel; it seemed to
carry a larger meaning than the girl herself knew. "When was this
decided?" she asked. "I've heard nothing of it."
"Papa told me half an hour ago; he thought it better it shouldn't
be too much talked about in advance. Madame Catherine's to come
for me at a quarter past seven, and I'm only to take two frocks.
It's only for a few weeks; I'm sure it will be very good. I shall
find all those ladies who used to be so kind to me, and I shall
see the little girls who are being educated. I'm very fond of
little girls," said Pansy with an effect of diminutive grandeur.
"And I'm also very fond of Mother Catherine. I shall be very quiet
and think a great deal."
Isabel listened to her, holding her breath; she was almost
awe-struck. "Think of ME sometimes."
"Ah, come and see me soon!" cried Pansy; and the cry was very
different from the heroic remarks of which she had just delivered
herself.
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