THE GOLDEN BOWL
that larger perception into which her view of Mrs. Verver's obligation to Maggie had suddenly expanded. "Even if her debt wasn't to the others—even then it ought to be quite sufficiently to the Prince himself to keep her straight. For what really did the Prince do," she asked herself, "but generously trust her? What did he do but take it from her that if she felt herself willing it was because she felt herself strong? That creates for her, upon my word," Mrs. Assingham pursued, "a duty of considering him, of honourably repaying his trust, which—well, which she'll be really a fiend if she doesn't make the law of her conduct. I mean of course his trust that she wouldn't interfere with him—expressed by his holding himself quiet at the critical time."
The brougham was nearing home, and it was perhaps this sense of ebbing opportunity that caused the Colonel's next meditation to flower in a fashion almost surprising to his wife. They were united for the most part but by his exhausted patience; so that indulgent despair was generally at the best his note. He at present however actually compromised with his despair to the extent of practically admitting that he had followed her steps. He literally asked in short an intelligent, well-nigh a sympathising, question. "Gratitude to the Prince for not having put a spoke in her wheel—that, you mean, should, taking it in the right way, be precisely the ballast of her boat?"
"Taking it in the right way." Fanny, catching at this gleam, emphasised the proviso.
"But doesn't it rather depend on what she may most feel to be the right way?"
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