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She had plenty to think about herself, and there was already something in Fanny that made it seem still more. "You say your husband's ill? He felt too ill to come?" "No, my dear I think not. If he had been too ill I wouldn't have left him." "And yet Maggie was worried?" Mrs. Assingham asked. "She worries, you know, easily.
Conspicuous beyond any wish they could entertain was what, poor wonderful man, he couldn't help making it; and when she raised her eyes again, on the ascent, to Bob Assingham, still aloft in his gallery and still looking down at her, she was aware that, in spite of hovering and warning inward voices, she even enjoyed the testimony rendered by his lonely vigil to the lustre she reflected.
Fanny Assingham met it as she could. "You've been only too perfect. You've thought only too much." But the Princess had already caught at the words. "Yes I've thought only too much!" Yet she appeared to continue, for the minute, full of that fault. She had it in fact, by this prompted thought, all before her. "Of him, dear man, of HIM !"
Rance and the Lutches had come, three or four days during which she was to learn the full extent of her need not to be penetrable; and then it was indeed that she felt all the force, and threw herself upon all the help, of the truth she had confided, several nights earlier, to Fanny Assingham.
"It's he then who has told you?" She after a moment admitted it. "It's he." "And he doesn't lie?" "No to do him justice. I believe he absolutely doesn't. If I hadn't believed it," Mrs. Assingham declared, for her general justification, "I would have had nothing to do with him that is in this connection. He's a gentleman I mean ALL as much of one as he ought to be. And he had nothing to gain.
And Mrs. Assingham produced this quantity, at last, on the girl's behalf, as the ripe result of her late wanderings and musings. She had groped through their talk, for the thread, and now she had got it. "She wants to be magnificent." "She is," said the Colonel almost cynically. "She wants" his wife now had it fast "to be thoroughly superior, and she's capable of that." "Of wanting to?"
She had been so vague and quiet about it, wonderful Charlotte, that he hadn't known what was happening happening, that is, as a result of her influence. "Their fires, as they felt her, turned to smoke," Mrs. Assingham remarked; which he was to reflect on indeed even while they strolled.
"To stick to me fast, whatever she sees. If I stick to her that is to my own poor struggling way, under providence, of watching over them ALL she'll stand by me to the death. She won't give me away. For, you know, she easily can." This, regularly, was the most lurid turn of their road; but Bob Assingham, with each journey, met it as for the first time. "Easily?"
The thing is," Maggie developed under this impression, "that I don't think we lead, as regards other people, any life at all. We don't at any rate, it seems to me, lead half the life we might. And so it seems, I think, to Amerigo. So it seems also, I'm sure, to Fanny Assingham." Mr. Verver-as if from due regard for these persons considered a little. "What life would they like us to lead?"
And to brood over it again was ever, for Mrs. Assingham, to break out again with exaltation. "It's a grand, high compact. She has solemnly promised." "But in words ?" "Oh yes, in words enough since it's a matter of words. To keep up HER lie so long as I keep up mine." "And what do you call 'her' lie?" "Why, the pretence that she believes me. Believes they're innocent."
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