"That comes back to what I say. I＇m part of your life—I and a thousand others. You＇re not selfish—I can＇t admit that. If you were sel昀sh, what should I be? What epithet would properly describe me?"
"You＇re indolent. For me that＇s your worst fault."
"I＇m afraid it＇s really my best."
"You don＇t care," said Madame Merle gravely.
"No; I don＇t think I care much. What sort of a fault do you call that? My indolence, at any rate, was one of the reasons I didn＇t go to Rome. But it was only one of them."