Isabel got up; her time was rapidly shortening. "Good-bye then. I leave Rome to-night."
Pansy took hold of her dress; there was a sudden change in the child's face. "You look strange, you frighten me."
"Oh, I'm very harmless," said Isabel.
"Perhaps you won't come back?"
"Perhaps not. I can't tell."
"Ah, Mrs. Osmond, you won't leave me!"