"The beginning of the end? Well, I＇ll see for myself. Have you told her that?"
"For what do you take me? She＇s not so coarse a piece of machinery—nor am I."
"Really," said Osmond after some meditation, "I don＇t understand your ambitions."
"I think you＇ll understand this one after you＇ve seen Miss Archer. Suspend your judgement." Madame Merle, as she spoke, had drawn near the open door of the garden, where she stood a moment looking out. "Pansy has really grown pretty," she presently added.