"Perfectly, but he doesn＇t like me."
"What have you done to him?"
"Nothing whatever. But one has no need of a reason for that."
"For not liking you? I think one has need of a very good reason."
"You＇re very kind. Be sure you have one ready for the day you begin."
"Begin to dislike you? I shall never begin."
"I hope not; because if you do you＇ll never end.That＇s the way with your cousin; he doesn＇t get over it. It＇s an antipathy of nature—if I can call it that when it＇s all on his side. I＇ve nothing whatever against him and don＇t bear him the least little grudge for not doing me justice. Justice is all I want. However, one feels that he＇s a gentleman and would never say anything underhand about one. Cartes sur table," Madame Merle subjoined in a moment, "I＇m not afraid of him."