"She doesn＇t like me," the visitor murmured as she raised her parasol and they passed into the garden.
CHAPTER 23
Madame Merle, who had come to Florence on Mrs. Touchett＇s arrival at the invitation of this lady—Mrs. Touchett offering her for a month the hospitality of Palazzo Crescentini—the judicious Madame Merle spoke to Isabel afresh about Gilbert Osmond and expressed the hope she might know him;making, however, no such point of the matter as we have seen her do in recommending the girl herself to Mr. Osmond＇s attention. The reason of this was perhaps that Isabel offered no resistance whatever to Madame Merle＇s proposal. In Italy, as in England, the lady had a multitude of friends, both among the natives of the country and its heterogeneous visitors. She had mentioned to Isabel most of the people the girl would find it well to "meet"—of course, she said, Isabel could know whomever in the wide world she would—and had placed Mr. Osmond near the top of the list.He was an old friend of her own; she had known him these dozen years; he was one of the cleverest and most agreeable men—well, in Europe simply. He was altogether above the respectable average; quite another affair. He wasn＇t a professional charmer—far from it,and the effect he produced depended a good deal on the state of his nerves and his spirits. When not in the right mood he could fall as low as any one, saved only by his looking at such hours rather like a demoralised prince in exile. But if he cared or was interested or rightly challenged—just exactly rightly it had to be—then one felt his cleverness and his distinction. Those qualities didn＇t depend, in him, as in so many people,on his not committing or exposing himself. He had his perversities—which indeed Isabel would find to be the case with all the men really worth knowing—and didn＇t cause his light to shine equally for all persons.Madame Merle, however, thought she could undertake that for Isabel he would be brilliant. He was easily bored, too easily, and dull people always put him out;but a quick and cultivated girl like Isabel would give him a stimulus which was too absent from his life. At any rate he was a person not to miss. One shouldn＇t attempt to live in Italy without making a friend of Gilbert Osmond, who knew more about the country than any one except two or three German professors.And if they had more knowledge than he it was he who had most perception and taste—being artistic through and through. Isabel remembered that her friend had spoken of him during their plunge, at Gardencourt,into the deeps of talk, and wondered a little what was the nature of the tie binding these superior spirits.She felt that Madame Merle＇s ties always somehow had histories, and such an impression was part of the interest created by this inordinate woman. As regards her relations with Mr. Osmond, however, she hinted at nothing but a long-established calm friendship.Isabel said she should be happy to know a person who had enjoyed so high a con昀dence for so many years."You ought to see a great many men," Madame Merle remarked; "you ought to see as many as possible, so as to get used to them."