ally wouldn't. HE
doesn't know you're morbid."

She just wondered--but she agreed. "No--he hasn't yet found it out.
Perhaps he will, but he hasn't yet; and I'm willing to give him
meanwhile the benefit of the doubt." So with this the situation, to her
view, would appear to have cleared had she not too quickly had one
of her restless relapses. "Maggie, however, does know I'm morbid. SHE
hasn't the benefit."

"Well," said Adam Verver a little wearily at last, "I think I feel
that you'll hear from her yet." It had even fairly come over him, under
recurrent suggestion, that his daughter's omission WAS surprising. And
Maggie had never in her life been wrong for more than three minutes.

"Oh, it isn't that I hold that I've a RIGHT to it," Charlotte the next
instant rather oddly qualified--and the observation itself gave him a
further push.

"Very well--I shall like it myself."

At this then, as if moved by his way of constantly--and more or less
against his own contention--coming round to her, she showed how she
could also always, and not less gently, come half way. "I speak of it
only as the missing GRACE--the grace that's in everything that Maggie
does. It isn't my due"--she kept it up--"but, taking from you that we
may still expect it, it will have the touch. It will be beautiful."

"Then come out to breakfast." Mr. Verver had looked at his watch. "It
will be here when we get back."

"If it isn't"--and Charlotte smiled as she looked about for a feather
boa that she had laid down on descending from her room--"if it isn't it
will have had but THAT slight fault."

He saw her boa on the arm of the chair from which she had moved to
meet him, and, after he had fetched it, raising it to make its charming
softness brush his face--for it was a wondrous product of Paris,
purchased under his direct auspices the day before--he held it there a
minute before giving it up. "Will you promise me then to be at peace?"

She looked, while she debated, at his admirable present. "I promise
you."

"Quite for ever?"

"Quite for ever."

"Remember," he went on, to justify his demand, "remember that in wiring
you she'll naturally speak even more for her husband than she has done
in wiring me."

It was only at a word that Charlotte had a demur. "'Naturally'--?"

"Why, our marriage puts him for you, you see--or puts you for him--into
a new relation, whereas it leaves his relation to me unchanged. It
therefore gives him more to say t