Madame Merle meditated. "Useful colours."
"But very pretty?"
"Are you very fond of pretty things?"
"Yes; but—but not too fond," said Pansy with a trace of asceticism.
"Well, they won＇t be too pretty," Madame Merle returned with a laugh. She took the child＇s other hand and drew her nearer; after which, looking at her a moment, "Shall you miss mother Catherine?" she went on.
