"I don't know how we're to end. I wish I did—How do bad people end?—especially as to their common crimes. You have made me as bad as yourself."
"I don't understand you. You seem to me quite good enough," said Osmond, his conscious indifference giving an extreme effect to the words.
Madame Merle's self-possession tended on the contrary to diminish, and she was nearer losing it than on any occasion on which we have had the pleasure of meeting her. The glow of her eye turners sombre;her smile betrayed a painful effort. "Good enough for anything that I've done with myself? I suppose that's what you mean."
