her. What did she go and marry him for? If she had listened to me she would have got rid of him. I will forgive her however, if I find she has made things hot for him! If she has simply allowed him to trample upon her I don't know that I shall even pity her. But I don't think that's very likely. I count upon finding that if she is miserable she has at least made him so."
Henrietta got up; these seemed to her, naturally, very dreadful expectations. She honestly believed that she had no desire to see Mr. Osmond unhappy; and indeed he could not be for her the subject of a flight of fancy. She was on the whole rather disappointed in the Countess, whose mind moved in a narrower circle than she had imagined.
"It will be better if they love each other," she said, gravely.
"They can't. He can't love any one."
"I presumed that was the case. But it only increases my fear for Isabel. I shall positively start to-morrow."
"Isabel certainly has devotees," said the Countess, smiling very vividly. "I declare I don't pity her."
"It may be that I can't assist her," said Miss Stackpole, as if it were well not to have illusions.
"You can have wanted to, at any rate; that's something. I believe that's what you came from America for," the Countess suddenly added.
"Yes, I wanted to look after her," Henrietta said, serenely.
Her hostess stood there smiling at her, with her small bright eyes and her eager-looking nose; a flush had come into each of her cheeks.
"Ah, that's very pretty—c'est bien gentil!" she said. "Isn't that what they call friendship?"
