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"I'm not speaking," his wife returned, "of what she has told me. That's one thing. I'm speaking of what I know by myself. That's another." "You feel, in other words, that she lies to you?" Bob Assingham more sociably asked. She neglected the question, treating it as gross. "She never so much, at the time, as named Maggie." It was so positive that it appeared to strike him.
She had flushed with the force of her effort, as Maggie had flushed with wonder at the sight, and this high reflection in their faces was all that passed between them for a minute more. After which, "Whatever you meant by it and I don't want to know NOW has ceased to exist," Mrs. Assingham said.
Never, no never, should she have to explain to Fanny Assingham again who, poor woman, on her own side, would be charged, it might be forever, with that privilege of the higher ingenuity. She put it all off on Fanny, and the dear thing herself might henceforth appraise the quantity.
Now he hadn't, as he believed, made love the least little bit to Mrs. Assingham nor did he think she had for a moment supposed it. He liked in these days, to mark them off, the women to whom he hadn't made love: it represented and that was what pleased him in it a different stage of existence from the time at which he liked to mark off the women to whom he had. Neither, with all this, had Mrs.
But they won't know and all their possible putting their heads together won't make them. That," said Fanny Assingham, "will be their punishment." And she ended, ever, when she had come so far, at the same pitch. "It will probably also if I get off with so little be mine." "And what," her husband liked to ask, "will be mine?" "Nothing you're not worthy of any.
Committed, as it were, to this charming and clever young woman, who, by becoming for him a domestic resource, had become for him practically a new person and committed, especially, in his own house, which somehow made his sense of it a deeper thing he took an interest in seeing how far the connection could carry him, could perhaps even lead him, and in thus putting to the test, for pleasant verification, what Fanny Assingham had said, at the last, about the difference such a girl could make.
Yes, I think that, deep within, he pities me." Her companion wondered. "For the state you've let yourself get into?" "For not being happy when I've so much to make me so." "You've everything," said Mrs. Assingham with alacrity. Yet she remained for an instant embarrassed as to a further advance. "I don't understand, however, how, if you've done nothing " An impatience from Maggie had checked her.
Then, if SHE had not had confidence, we might have talked. But she had it to any amount." "Did you ask her how much?" Bob Assingham patiently inquired. He had put the question with no more than his usual modest hope of reward, but he had pressed, this time, the sharpest spring of response. "Never, never it wasn't a time to 'ask. Asking is suggesting and it wasn't a time to suggest.
Rest on it." "On his ignorance?" Fanny met it again. "On whatever he may offer you. TAKE that." "Take it ?" Maggie stared. Mrs. Assingham held up her head. "And be grateful." On which, for a minute, she let the Princess face her. "Do you see?" "I see," said Maggie at last. "Then there you are." But Maggie had turned away, moving to the window, as if still to keep something in her face from sight.
Mrs. Assingham knew better, knew there had been no historic hour, from that of Pocahontas down, when some young Englishman hadn't precipitately believed and some American girl hadn't, with a few more gradations, availed herself to the full of her incapacity to doubt; but she accepted resignedly the laurel of the founder, since she was in fact pretty well the doyenne, above ground, of her transplanted tribe, and since, above all, she HAD invented combinations, though she had not invented Bob's own.
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