"Why so?" asked Madame Merle. "To what will it conduce?"
"If I don＇t approve of your plan you ought to know it in order to appreciate the danger of my interfering with it."
Madame Merle looked as if she were ready to admit that there might be something in this; but in a moment she said quietly: "You think me more calculating than I am."
"It＇s not your calculating I think ill of; it＇s your calculating wrong. You＇ve done so in this case."