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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.
It was as if, in calling, he had done even better than he intended. For it was somehow IMPORTANT that was what it was that there should be at this hour something the matter with Mrs. Assingham, with whom, in all their acquaintance, so considerable now, there had never been the least little thing the matter.
"Never for an instant," said Fanny with her head very high. Maggie took it again, yet again as wanting more. "Pardon my being so horrid. But by all you hold sacred?" Mrs. Assingham faced her. "Ah, my dear, upon my positive word as an honest woman." "Thank-you then," said the Princess. So they remained a little; after which, "But do you believe it, love?" Fanny inquired. "I believe YOU."
It was, in a word, with this value of her chance that she was intelligently playing when she said in answer to Fanny's last question: "Don't you remember what you told me, on the occasion of something or other, the other day? That you believe there's nothing I'm afraid of? So, my dear, don't ask me!" "Mayn't I ask you," Mrs. Assingham returned, "how the case stands with your poor husband?"
Assingham deferentially mused. "But for what purpose is it your idea that they should again so intimately meet?" "For any purpose they like. That's THEIR affair." Fanny Assingham sharply laughed, then irrepressibly fell back to her constant position. "You're splendid perfectly splendid."
And to be soothed, after all, to be tided over, in his mystic impatience, to be told what he could understand and believe that was what he had come for. "Marriage then," said Mrs. Assingham, "is what you call the monster? I admit it's a fearful thing at the best; but, for heaven's sake, if that's what you're thinking of, don't run away from it."
Assingham declared at such moments that in the interest of this admirable young thing to whom, she also declared, she had quite "come over" she was ready to pass with all the world else, even with the Prince himself, the object, inconsequently, as well, of her continued, her explicitly shameless appreciation, for a vulgar, indelicate, pestilential woman, showing her true character in an abandoned old age.
"Thank you very much," she simply said; but at that moment their friend was with them again. It was undeniable that, as she came in, Mrs. Assingham looked, with a certain smiling sharpness, from one of them to the other; the perception of which was perhaps what led Charlotte, for reassurance, to pass the question on. "The Prince hopes so much I shall still marry some good person."
She had looked at him a minute; then, at the sound of a voice in the corridor, they had got up. "Why not? You're splendid!" Charlotte Stant, the next minute, was with them, ushered in as she had alighted from her cab, and prepared for not finding Mrs. Assingham alone this would have been to be noticed by the butler's answer, on the stairs, to a question put to him.
"Not a little Charlotte?" "A little?" the Princess echoed. "To know anything would be, for her, to know enough." "And she doesn't know anything?" "If she did," Maggie answered, "Amerigo would." "And that's just it that he doesn't?" "That's just it," said the Princess profoundly. On which Mrs. Assingham reflected. "Then how is Charlotte so held?" "Just by that." "By her ignorance?"
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