"I know nothing but what I've guessed. But I've guessed that."
Isabel went to the door and, when she had opened it,stood a moment with her hand on the latch. Then she said—it was her only revenge: "I believed it was you I had to thank!"
Madame Merle dropped her eyes; she stood there in a kind of proud penance. "You're very unhappy, I know. But I'm more so."
"Yes; I can believe that. I think I should like never to see you again."
Madame Merle raised her eyes. "I shall go to America," she quietly remarked while Isabel passed out.