"So it seems to me, Madame Merle!" Pansy cried."You shall see how well I＇ll make it. A spoonful for each." And she began to busy herself at the table.
"Two spoonfuls for me," said the Countess, who,with Madame Merle, remained for some moments watching her. "Listen to me, Pansy," the Countess resumed at last. "I should like to know what you think of your visitor."
"Ah, she＇s not mine—she＇s papa＇s," Pansy objected.
"Miss Archer came to see you as well," said Madame Merle.