THE GOLDEN BOWL
or would dare, to treat her, just as she is, as anything but quite right. That's what it is to have something about you that carries things off."
Mr. Verver's silence on this could only be a sign that she had caused her story to interest him; though the sign when he spoke was perhaps even sharper. "And is it also what you mean by Charlotte's being 'great'?"
"Well," said Maggie, "it's one of her ways. But she has many."
Again for a little her father considered. "And who is it she has tried to marry?"
Maggie, on her side as well, waited as if to bring it out with effect; but she after a minute either renounced or encountered an obstacle. "I'm afraid I'm not sure."
"Then how do you know?"
"Well, I don't know"—and, qualifying again, she was earnestly emphatic. "I only make it out for myself."
"But you must make it out about someone in particular."
She had another pause. "I don't think I want even for myself to put names and times, to pull away any veil. I've an idea there has been, more than once, somebody I'm not acquainted with—and needn't be or want to be. In any case it's all over, and, beyond giving her credit for everything, it's none of my business."
Mr. Verver deferred, yet he discriminated. "I don't see how you can give credit without knowing the facts."
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