"Ah, that＇s the great thing," said Isabel, smiling and suspecting that her acquaintance with this lightly昀itting personage would not lead to intellectual repose.If the Countess objected to argument Isabel at this moment had as little taste for it, and she put out her hand to Pansy with a pleasant sense that such a gesture committed her to nothing that would admit of a divergence of views. Gilbert Osmond apparently took a rather hopeless view of his sister＇s tone; he turned the conversation to another topic. He presently sat down on the other side of his daughter, who had shyly brushed Isabel＇s fingers with her own; but he ended by drawing her out of her chair and making her stand between his knees, leaning against him while he passed his arm round her slimness. The child 昀xed her eyes on Isabel with a still, disinterested gaze which seemed void of an intention, yet conscious of an attraction. Mr.Osmond talked of many things; Madame Merle had said he could be agreeable when he chose, and to-day,after a little, he appeared not only to have chosen but to have determined. Madame Merle and the Countess Gemini sat a little apart, conversing in the effortless manner of persons who knew each other well enough to take their ease; but every now and then Isabel heard the Countess, at something said by her companion,plunge into the latter＇s lucidity as a poodle splashes after a thrown stick. It was as if Madame Merle were seeing how far she would go. Mr. Osmond talked of Florence, of Italy, of the pleasure of living in that country and of the abatements to the pleasure. There were both satisfactions and drawbacks; the drawbacks were numerous; strangers were too apt to see such a world as all romantic. It met the case soothingly for the human, for the social failure—by which he meant the people who couldn＇t "realise," as they said, on their sensibility: they could keep it about them there,in their poverty, without ridicule, as you might keep an heirloom or an inconvenient entailed place that brought you in nothing. Thus there were advantages in living in the country which contained the greatest sum of beauty. Certain impressions you could get only there. Others, favourable to life, you never got,and you got some that were very bad. But from time to time you got one of a quality that made up for everything. Italy, all the same, had spoiled a great many people; he was even fatuous enough to believe at times that he himself might have been a better man if he had spent less of his life there. It made one idle and dilettantish and second-rate; it had no discipline for the character, didn＇t cultivate in you, otherwise expressed, the successful social and other "cheek"that flourished in Paris and London. "We＇re sweetly provincial," said Mr. Osmond, "and I＇m perfectly aware that I myself am as rusty as a key that has no lock to fit it. It polishes me up a little to talk with you—not that I venture to pretend I can turn that very complicated lock I suspect your intellect of being! But you＇ll be going away before I＇ve seen you three times,and I shall perhaps never see you after that. That＇s what it is to live in a country that people come to.When they＇re disagreeable here it＇s bad enough; when they＇re agreeable it＇s still worse. As soon as you like them they＇re off again! I＇ve been deceived too often;I＇ve ceased to form attachments, to permit myself to feel attractions. You mean to stay—to settle? That would be really comfortable. Ah yes, your aunt＇s a sort of guarantee; I believe she may be depended on.Oh, she＇s an old Florentine; I mean literally an old one; not a modern outsider. She＇s a contemporary of the Medici; she must have been present at the burning of Savonarola, and I＇m not sure she didn＇t throw a handful of chips into the 昀ame. Her face is very much like some faces in the early pictures; little, dry, de昀nite faces that must have had a good deal of expression,but almost always the same one. Indeed I can show you her portrait in a fresco of Ghirlandaio＇s. I hope you don＇t object to my speaking that way of your aunt,eh? I＇ve an idea you don＇t. Perhaps you think that＇s even worse. I assure you there＇s no want of respect in it, to either of you. You know I＇m a particular admirer of Mrs. Touchett."