Madame Merle hesitated a moment. "I don＇t think she likes you."
The Countess＇s bright little eyes expanded and her face was set in a grimace. "Ah, you are dangerous—even by yourself!"
"If you want her to like you don＇t abuse your brother to her," said Madame Merle.
"I don＇t suppose you pretend she has fallen in love with him in two interviews."
