THE GOLDEN BOWL
"Well, it's beautiful and wonderful. But isn't it, possibly," Charlotte asked, "not quite enough to marry me for?"
"Why so, my dear child? Isn't a man's idea usually what he does marry for?"
Charlotte, considering, looked as if this might perhaps be a large question, or at all events something of an extension of the one they were immediately concerned with. "Doesn't that a good deal depend on the sort of thing it may be?" She suggested that about marriage ideas, as he called them, might differ; with which however, giving no more time to it, she sounded another question. "Don't you appear rather to put it to me that I may accept your offer for Maggie's sake? Somehow"—she turned it over—"I don't so clearly see her quite so much finding reassurance, or even quite so much needing it."
"Do you then make nothing at all of her having been so ready to leave us?"
Ah Charlotte on the contrary made much! "She was ready to leave us because she had to be. From the moment the Prince wanted it she could only go with him."
"Perfectly—so that if you see your way she'll be able to 'go with him' in future as much as she likes."
Charlotte appeared to examine for a minute, in Maggie's interest, this privilege—the result of which was a limited concession. "You've certainly worked it out!"
"Of course I've worked it out—that's exactly what I have done. She hadn't for a long time been so happy about anything as at your being there with me."
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