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THE PORTRAIT OF A LADY. 223 and glances, in a tone which, although it expressed a high degree of good-nature, was rather shrill than sweet. " I don't like to have you, my dear ? " said her brother. " I ani sure you are invaluable." " I don't see any horrors anywhere," Isabel declared, looking about her. " Everything here seems to me very beautiful." " I have got a few good things," Mr. Osmond murmured ; "indeed I have nothing very bad. But I have not what I should have liked." He stood there a little awkwardly, smiling and glancing about ; his manner was an odd mixture of the indiiferent and the expressive. He seemed to intimate that nothing was of much consequence. Isabel made a rapid induction : perfect simplicity was not the badge of his family. Even the little girl from the convent, who, in her prim white dress, with her small submissive face and her hands locked before her, stood there as if she were about to partake of her first communion even Mr. Osmond's diminutive daughter had a kind of finish which was not entirely artless. "You would have liked a few things from the Uffizi and the Pitti that's what you would have liked," said Madame Merle. " Poor Osmond, with his old curtains and crucifixes ! " the Countess Gemini exclaimed ; she appeared to call her brother only by his family-name. Her ejaculation had no particular object ; she smiled at Isabel as she made it, and looked at her from head to foot. Her brother had not heard her ; he seemed to be thinking what he could say to Isabel. " Won't you have some tea 1 you must be very tired," he at last bethought himself of remarking. " No, indeed, I am not tired ; what have I done to tire me ? " Isabel felt a certain need of .being very direct, of pretending to nothing ; there was something in the air, in her general impression of things she could hardly have said what it was that deprived her of all disposition to put herself forward. The place, the occasion, the combination of people, signified more than lay on the surface ; she would try to understand she would not simply utter graceful platitudes. Poor Isabel was perhaps not aware that many women would have uttered graceful platitudes to cover the working of their observation. It must be confessed that her pride was a trifle alarmed. A man whom she had heard spoken of in terms that excited interest, and who was evidently capable of distinguishing