"You had better leave us alone then," smiled Madame Merle.
"I don＇t mean to touch you—but I shall talk to that girl."
"My poor Amy," Madame Merle murmured, "I don＇t see what has got into your head."
"I take an interest in her—that＇s what has got into my head. I like her."
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!"