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Verver should make with him those mistakes of proportion, one set of them too abruptly, too incoherently designed to correct another set, that she had made with his daughter. However, if she HAD been worse, poor woman, who should say that her husband would, to a certainty, have been better?
Verver might, at this stage, have been frantically tapping, from within, by way of supreme, irrepressible entreaty. Maggie had said to herself complacently, after that last passage with her stepmother in the garden of Fawns, that there was nothing left for her to do and that she could thereupon fold her hands.
They had turned from the view of the street; they leaned together against the balcony rail, with the room largely in sight from where they stood, but with the Prince and Mrs. Verver out of range. Nothing he could try, she immediately saw, was to keep his eyes from lighting; not even his taking out his cigarette-case and saying before he said anything else: "May I smoke?"
Rance's having been literally beheld of them; and it was now for them, positively, as if their handful of flowers since Mrs. Rance was a handful! had been but the vehicle of a dangerous snake. Mr. Verver fairly felt in the air the Miss Lutches' imputation in the intensity of which, really, his own propriety might have been involved.
Verver had been, precisely, a part of Mrs. Assingham's mildness, and nothing could better have characterised her sense for social shades than her easy perception that the gentleman from Portland Place and the lady from Eaton Square might now confess, quite without indiscretion, to simultaneity of movement.
Gutermann-Seuss of Brighton. Adam Verver had in other words learnt the lesson of the senses, to the end of his own little book, without having, for a day, raised the smallest scandal in his economy at large; being in this particular not unlike those fortunate bachelors, or other gentlemen of pleasure, who so manage their entertainment of compromising company that even the austerest housekeeper, occupied and competent below- stairs, never feels obliged to give warning.
Verver had got up as he spoke, and for a little, before retracing their steps, they stood looking at each other as if they had really arranged something. They had come out together for themselves, but it had produced something more. What it had produced was in fact expressed by the words with which he met his companion's last emphasis. "Well, she has a famous friend in you, Princess."
He looked perplexed. "But if she has so absolutely failed, what then had she done?" "She has suffered she has done that." And the Princess added: "She has loved and she has lost." Mr. Verver, however, still wondered. "But how many times." Maggie hesitated, but it cleared up. "Once is enough. Enough, that is, for one to be kind to her."
What renewed the obscurity was her strange image of their common offer to him, her father's and her own, of an opportunity to separate from Mrs. Verver with the due amount of form and all the more that he was, in so pathetic a way, unable to treat himself to a quarrel with it on the score of taste.
"Thank you," said Adam Verver. "You WILL put it to her yourself then?" She had another hesitation. "We go over, you say, to meet them?" "As soon as we can get back to Fawns. And wait there for them, if necessary, till they come." "Wait a at Fawns?" "Wait in Paris. That will be charming in itself." "You take me to pleasant places." She turned it over. "You propose to me beautiful things."
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