"You? Oh, with you it succeeded, because you—you were exceptional."
"I don＇t see why," said Isabel, who, however, was not sure there was not some truth in the speech.
Mr. Osmond didn＇t explain; he simply went on: "If I thought it would make her resemble you to join a social group in Rome I＇d take her there to-morrow."
"Don＇t make her resemble me," said Isabel. "Keep her like herself."
"I might send her to my sister," Mr. Osmond observed. He had almost the air of asking advice; he seemed to like to talk over his domestic matters with Miss Archer.