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475 THE PORTRAIT OF A LADY. 475 horror to him that she should go. She knew the nervous fineness with which he could feel an objection. What he thought of her she knew ; what he was capable of saying to her_ she had felt ; yet they were married, for all that, and marriage meant that a woman should abide with her husband. She sank down on her sofa at last, and buried her head in a pile of cushions. When she raised her head again, the Countess Gemini stood before her. She had come in noiselessly, unperceived ; she had a strange smile on her thin lips, and a still stranger glitter in her small dark eye. " I knocked," she said, " but you didn't answer me. So I ventured in. I have been looking at you for the last five minutes. You are very unhappy." " Yes ; but I don't think you can comfort me." "Will you give me leave to tryV' And the Countess sat down on the sofa beside her. She continued to smile, and there was something communicative and exultant in her expression. She appeared to have something to say, and it occurred to Isabel for the first time that her sister-in-law might say something important. She fixed her brilliant eyes upon Isabel, who found at last a disagreeable fascination in her gaze. " After all," the Countess went on, "I must tell you, to begin with, that I don't understand your state of mind. You seem to have so many scruples, so many reasons, so many ties. When I discovered, ten years ago, that my husband's dearest wish was to make me miserable of late he has simply let me alone ah, it was a wonderful simplification ! My poor Isabel, you are not simple enough." " No, I am not simple enough," said Isabel. "There is something I want you to know," the Countess declared " because I think you ought to know it. Perhaps you do ; perhaps you have guessed it. But if you have, all I can say is that I understand still less why you shouldn't do as you like." " What do you wish me to know 1 " Isabel felt a foreboding which made her heart beat. The Countess was about to justify herself, and this alone was portentous. But the Countess seemed disposed to play a little with her subject. " In your place I should have guessed it ages ago. Have you never really suspected 1 " " I have guessed nothing. What should I have suspected ] I don't know what you mean." " That's because you have got such a pure mind. I