THE PRINCE
She could—she even will, yet, I believe—learn it, for that sacred purpose, consummately, diabolically. For from the moment the dear man should see it's all rouge—!" She paused, staring at the vision.
It imparted itself even to Bob. "Then the fun would begin?" As it but made her look at him hard, however, he amended the form of his enquiry. "You mean that in that case she will, charming creature, be lost?"
She was silent a moment more. "As I've told you before, she won't be lost if her father's saved. She'll see that as salvation enough."
The Colonel took it in. "Then she's a little heroine."
"Rather—she's a little heroine. But it's his innocence, above all," Mrs. Assingham added, "that will pull them through."
Her companion, at this, focussed again Mr. Verver's innocence. "It's awfully quaint."
"Of course it's awfully quaint! That it's awfully quaint, that the pair are awfully quaint, quaint with all our dear old quaintness—by which I don't mean yours and mine, but that of my own sweet country-people, from whom I've so deplorably degenerated—that," Mrs. Assingham declared, "was originally the head and front of their appeal to me and of my interest in them. And of course I shall feel them quainter still," she rather ruefully subjoined, "before they've done with me!"
This might be, but it wasn't what most stood in the Colonel's way. "You believe so in Mr. Verver's innocence after two years of Charlotte?"
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