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476 476 THE PORTRAIT OF A LADY. never saw a woman with such a pure mind ! " cried the Countess. Isabel slowly got up. " You are going to tell me something horrible." " You can call it by whatever name you will ! " And the Countess rose also, while the sharp animation of her bright, capricious face emitted a kind of flash. She stood a moment looking at Isabel, and then she said " My first sister-in-law had no children ! " Isabel stared back at her; the announcement was an anti- climax. " Your first sister-in-law 1 ?" she murmured. " I suppose you know that Osmond has been married before 1 I have never spoken to you of his wife ; I didn't suppose it was proper. But others, less particular, must have done so. The poor little woman lived but two years and died childless. It was after her death that Pansy made her appearance." Isabel's brow had gathered itself into a frown ; her lips were parted in pale, vague wonder. She was trying to follow ; there seemed to be more to follow than she could see. " Pansy is not my husband's child, then 1 ?" " Your husband's in perfection ! But no one else's hus- band's. Some one else's wife's. Ah, my good Isabel," cried the Countess, " with you one must dot one's fa I " " I don't understand ; whose wife's 1 " said Isabel. " The wife of a horrid little Swiss, who died twelve years ago. He never recognised Miss Pansy, and there was no reason he should. Osmond did, and that was better." Isabel stayed the name which rose in a sudden question to her lips ; she sank down on her seat again, hanging her head. " Why have you told me this 1 " she asked, in a voice which the Countess hardly recognised. " Because I was so tired of your not knowing ! I was tired of not having told you. It seemed to me so dull. It's not a lie, you know ; it's exactly as I say." " I never knew," said Isabel, looking up at her, simply. " So I believed though it was hard to believe. Has it never ' occurred to you that he has been her lover 1 ?" " I don't know. Something has occurred to me, Perhaps it was that." " She has been wonderfully clever about Pansy ! " cried the Countess. " That thing has never occurred to me," said Isabel. " And as it is I don't understand." She spoke in a low, thoughtful tone, and the poor Countess