Maggie continued to look at her. "Is that what I wanted?"

"Oh, it wasn't for you to say. That was his business."

"My father's?" Maggie asked after an hesitation.

"Your father's. He has chosen--and now she knows. She sees it all

before her--and she can't speak, or resist, or move a little

finger. That's what's the matter with HER," said Fanny Assingham.

It made a picture, somehow, for the Princess, as they stood

there--the picture that the words of others, whatever they might

be, always made for her, even when her vision was already

charged, better than any words of her own. She saw, round about

her, through the chinks of the shutters, the hard glare of

nature--saw Charlotte, somewhere in it, virtually at bay, and yet

denied the last grace of any protecting truth. She saw her off

somewhere all unaided, pale in her silence and taking in her

fate. "Has she told you?" she then asked.

Her companion smiled superior. "_I_ don't need to be told--

either! I see something, thank God, every day." And then as

Maggie might appear to be wondering what, for instance: "I see

the long miles of ocean and the dreadful great country, State

after State--which have never seemed to me so big or so terrible.

I see THEM at last, day by day and step by step, at the far end--

and I see them never come back. But NEVER--simply. I see the

extraordinary 'interesting' place--which I've never been to, you

know, and you have--and the exact degree in which she will be

expected to be interested."

"She WILL be," Maggie presently replied. "Expected?"

"Interested."

For a little, after this, their eyes met on it; at the end of

which Fanny said: "She'll be--yes--what she'll HAVE to be. And it

will be--won't it? for ever and ever." She spoke as abounding in

her friend's sense, but it made Maggie still only look at her.

These were large words and large visions--all the more that now,

really, they spread and spread. In the midst of them, however,

Mrs. Assingham had soon enough continued. "When I talk of

'knowing,' indeed, I don't mean it as you would have a right to

do. You know because you see--and I don't see HIM. I don't make

him out," she almost crudely confessed.

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