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The Prince found himself on this occasion so beset with that perception that its natural complement for him would really have been to wonder if Mr. Verver had produced on people something of the same impression in the recorded cases of his having dined with his daughter.
He would be at the worst, should it come to the worst, Mrs. Rance's difficulty, and he served therefore quite enough as the stout bulwark of anyone else. This was in truth logic without a flaw, yet it gave Mr. Verver less comfort than it ought. He feared not only danger he feared the idea of danger, or in other words feared, hauntedly, himself. It was above all as a symbol that Mrs.
Verver had felt it and seen it and heard it sink; which wonderful remembrance of pressure successfully applied had naturally, till now, remained with her.
Verver. "Oh, Lordy, Lordy!" "If she is, however," Mrs. Assingham continued, "she'll be extraordinary enough and that's what I'm thinking of. But I'm not indeed so very sure," she added, "of the person to whom Charlotte ought in decency to be most grateful. I mean I'm not sure if that person is even almost the incredible little idealist who has made her his wife."
Nymphs and nuns were certainly separate types, but Mr. Verver, when he really amused himself, let consistency go. The play of vision was at all events so rooted in him that he could receive impressions of sense even while positively thinking. He was positively thinking while Maggie stood there, and it led for him to yet another question which in its turn led to others still.
But the interest in Maggie that was the point would have achieved but little without her interest in HIM. On what did that sentiment, unsolicited and unrecompensed, rest? what good, again for it was much like his question about Mr. Verver should he ever have done her? The Prince's notion of a recompense to women similar in this to his notion of an appeal was more or less to make love to them.
This was the more distinct as the feast, literally, in the great bedimmed dining-room, the cool, ceremonious semblance of luncheon, had just been taking place without Mrs. Verver. She had been represented but by the plea of a bad headache, not reported to the rest of the company by her husband, but offered directly to Mr.
Why not take them, when they occur, as inevitable and, above all, as not endangering life or limb? We shan't drown, we shan't sink at least I can answer for myself. Mrs. Verver too, moreover do her the justice visibly knows how to swim." He could easily go on, for she didn't interrupt him; Fanny felt now that she wouldn't have interrupted him for the world.
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.
"Certainly she has told me but I won't pamper you. Let it be enough for you it has always been one of my reasons for liking HER." "Then she's indeed not beyond everything," Mr. Verver more or less humorously observed. "Oh it isn't, thank goodness, that she's in love with you. It's not, as I told you at first, the sort of thing for you to fear."
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