THE GOLDEN BOWL
it was they had reminded each other of their having come out for the boy. Their junction with him and with his companion successfully effected, the four had moved home more slowly and still more vaguely; yet with a vagueness that permitted of Maggie's reverting an instant to the larger issue. "If we have people in the country then, as you were saying, do you know for whom my first fancy would be? You may be amused, but it would be for the Castledeans."
"I see. But why should I be amused?"
"Well, I mean I am myself. I don't think I like her—and yet I like to see her: which, as Amerigo says, is 'rum.'"
"But don't you feel she's very handsome?" her father enquired.
"Yes, but it isn't for that."
"Then what is it for?"
"Simply that she may be there—just there before us. It's as if she may have a value—as if something may come of her. I don't in the least know what, and she rather irritates me meanwhile. I don't even know, I admit, why—but if we see her often enough I may find out."
"Does it matter so very much?" her companion had asked while they moved together. She had hesitated. "You mean because you do rather like her?"
He on his side too had waited a little, but then he had taken it from her. "Yes, I guess I do rather like her."
Which she accepted for the first case she could recall of their not being affected by a person in the same
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