THE GOLDEN BOWL
The Princess, however, it was clear, wished to be thoroughly conscientious. "Well, it may not be quite all. If I think of its being pleasant to have her, it's because she will make a difference."
"Well, what's the harm in that if it's but a difference for the better?"
"Ah then—there you are!" And the Princess showed in her smile her small triumphant wisdom. "If you acknowledge a possible difference for the better we're not, after all, so tremendously right as we are. I mean we're not—as a family—so intensely satisfied and amused. We do see there are ways of being grander."
"But will Charlotte Stant," her father asked with surprise, "make us grander?"
Maggie, on this, looking at him well, had a remarkable reply. "Yes, I think. Really grander."
He thought; for if here was a sudden opening he wished but the more to meet it. "Because she's so handsome?"
"No, father." And the Princess was almost solemn. "Because she's so great."
"'Great'—?"
"Great in nature, in character, in spirit. Great in life."
"So?" Mr. Verver echoed. "What has she done—in life?"
"Well, she has been brave and bright," said Maggie. "That mayn't sound like much, but she has been so in the face of things that might well have made it too difficult for many other girls. She hasn't a creature in the world really—that is nearly—belonging to
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