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âYou mustnât stay on here, you know,â Adam Verver said as a result of his unobstructed outlook. âFawns is all there for you, of courseâ âto the end of my tenure. But Fawns so dismantled,â he added with mild ruefulness, âFawns with half its contents, and half its best things, removed, wonât seem to you, Iâm afraid, particularly lively.â
âNo,â Maggie answered, âwe should miss its best things. Its best things, my dear, have certainly been removed. To be back there,â she went on, âto be back thereâ â!â And she paused for the force of her idea.
âOh, to be back there without anything goodâ â!â But she didnât hesitate now; she brought her idea forth. âTo be back there without Charlotte is more than I think would do.â And as she smiled at him with it, so she saw him the next instant take itâ âtake it in a way that helped her smile to pass all for an allusion to what she didnât and couldnât say. This quantity was too clearâ âthat she couldnât at such an hour be pretending to name to him what it was, as he would have said, âgoing to be,â at Fawns or anywhere else, to want for him. That was nowâ âand in a manner exaltedly, sublimelyâ âout of their compass and their question; so that what was she doing, while they waited for the Principino, while they left the others together and their tension just sensibly threatened, what was she doing but just offer a bold but substantial substitute? Nothing was stranger moreover, under the action of Charlotteâs presence, than the fact of a felt sincerity in her words. She felt her sincerity absolutely soundâ âshe gave it for all it might mean. âBecause Charlotte, dear, you know,â she said, âis incomparable.â It took thirty seconds, but she was to know when these were over that she had pronounced one of the happiest words of her life. 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: âMay I smoke?â She met it, for encouragement, with her âMy dear!â again, and then, while he struck his match, she had just another minute to be nervousâ âa minute that she made use of, however, not in the least to falter, but to reiterate with a high ring, a ring that might, for all she cared, reach the pair inside: âFather, fatherâ âCharlotteâs great!â
It was not till after he had begun to smoke that he looked at her. âCharlotteâs great.â
They could close upon itâ âsuch a basis as they might immediately feel it make; and so they stood together over it, quite gratefully, each recording to the otherâs eyes that it was firm under their feet. They had even thus a renewed wait, as for proof of it; much as if he were letting her see, while the minutes lapsed for their concealed companions, that this was finally just whyâ âbut just why! âYou see,â he presently added, âhow right I was. Right, I mean, to do it for you.â
âAh, rather!â she murmured with her smile. And then, as to be herself ideally right: âI donât see what you would have done without her.â
âThe point was,â he returned quietly, âthat I didnât see what you were to do. Yet it was a risk.â
âIt was a risk,â said Maggieâ ââbut I believed in it. At least for myself!â she smiled.
âWell now,â he smoked, âwe see.â
âWe see.â
âI know her better.â
âYou know her best.â
âOh, but naturally!â On which, as the warranted truth of it hung in the airâ âthe truth warranted, as who should say, exactly by the present opportunity to pronounce, this opportunity created and acceptedâ âshe found herself lost, though with a finer thrill than she had perhaps yet known, in the vision of all he might mean. The sense of it in her rose higher, rose with each moment that he invited her thus to see him linger; and when, after a little more, he had said, smoking again and looking up, with head thrown back and hands spread on the balcony rail, at the grey, gaunt front of the house, âSheâs beautiful, beautiful!â her sensibility reported to her the shade of a new note. It was all she might have wished, for it was, with a kind of speaking competence, the note of possession and control; and yet it conveyed to her as nothing till now had done the reality of their parting. They were parting, in the light of it, absolutely on Charlotteâs valueâ âthe value that was filling the room out of which they had stepped as if to give it play, and with which the Prince, on his side, was perhaps making larger acquaintance. If Maggie had desired, at so late an hour, some last conclusive comfortable category to place him in for dismissal, she might have found it here in its all coming back to his ability to rest upon high values. Somehow, when all was said, and with the memory of her gifts, her variety, her power, so much remained of Charlotteâs! What else had she herself meant three minutes before by speaking of her as great? Great for the world that was before herâ âthat he proposed she should be: she was not to be wasted in the application of his plan. Maggie held to this thenâ âthat she wasnât to be wasted. To let his daughter know it he had sought this brief privacy. What a blessing, accordingly, that she could speak her joy in it! His face, meanwhile, at all events, was turned to her, and as she met his eyes again her joy went straight. âItâs success, father.â
âItâs success. And even this,â
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