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It began to come over me, in the watches of the night, that Charlotte was a person who COULD keep off ravening women without being one herself, either, in the vulgar way of the others; and that this service to Mr. Verver would be a sweet employment for her future.
She hesitated; she had now, it might have appeared, something more to bring out, which she finally produced. "For yours in particular, say if you go into the question." She even bravely followed it up. "I haven't really, after all, had to think much to see that much more can be done for you than is done." Mr. Verver uttered an odd vague sound.
"Between Charlotte Verver and the Prince. I was uneasy but I'm satisfied now. I was in fact quite mistaken. There's nothing." "But I thought," said Bob Assingham, "that that was just what you did persistently asseverate. You've guaranteed their straightness from the first." "No I've never till now guaranteed anything but my own disposition to worry.
That is she wanted to put you and to put Maggie about you. So far as that went she had a plan. But it was only AFTER it was not before, I really believe that she saw how effectively she could work." Again, as Mr. Verver felt, he must have taken it up. "Ah, she wanted to help us? wanted to help ME?" "Why," Mrs. Assingham asked after an instant, "should it surprise you?" He just thought.
Verver marvelled to see her civil to their friends; it was rather, precisely, that civil was just what she wasn't: she had so departed from any such custom of delicate approach approach by the permitted note, the suggested "if," the accepted vagueness as would enable the people in question to put her off if they wished.
Just so he might with another turn of his humour almost wail for these brightest spots of his lost paradise, declaring that he was an idiot not to be able to bring himself to face the sacrifices sacrifices resting, if definitely anywhere, with Mr. Verver necessary for winning them back.
Such an inquiry, everything implied, was beneath him just as it was beneath herself to mention to him, uninvited, that she had instantly offered, and in perfect honesty, to show the telegram to Mr. Verver, and that if this companion had but said the word she would immediately have put it before him.
"Oh shucks!" said Adam Verver, to whom the vernacular, in moments of deepest sincerity, could thus come back. "I'll believe it," he presently added, "when Amerigo complains of you." "Ah, it's just he who's my selfishness. I'm selfish, so to speak, FOR him. I mean," she continued, "that he's my motive in everything." Well, her father could, from experience, fancy what she meant.
Only acquaintances who, in all sorts of ways, make use of her, and distant relations who are so afraid she'll make use of THEM that they seldom let her look at them." Mr. Verver was struck and, as usual, to some purpose. "If we get her here to improve us don't we too then make use of her?" It pulled the Princess up, however, but an instant. "We're old, old friends we do her good too.
Once launched, himself, at any rate, as he had been directed by all the terms of the intercourse between Portland Place and Eaton Square, once steeped, at Matcham, in the enjoyment of a splendid hospitality, he found everything, for his interpretation, for his convenience, fall easily enough into place; and all the more that Mrs. Verver was at hand to exchange ideas and impressions with.
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