"I've been more than once, Pansy," Madame Merle declared. "Am I not your great friend in Rome?"
"I remember the last time best," said Pansy, "because you told me I should come away."
"Did you tell her that?" the child's father asked.
"I hardly remember. I told her what I thought would please her. I've been in Florence a week. I hoped you would come to see me."
"I should have done so if I had known you were there. One doesn't know such things by inspiration—though I suppose one ought. You had better sit down."