She faced round as if he had touched a spring. He WANTED to, naturallyand it was much the best thing he could do. She was in possession of the main case, as it truly seemed; she had it all now. He was capable of the effort, and he took the best way. Remember too what Maggie then seemed to us.
Shes very nice; but she always seems to me, more than anything else, the young woman who has a million a year. If you mean that thats what she especially seemed to him, you of course place the thing in your light. The effort to forget Charlotte couldnt, I grant you, have been so difficult.
This pulled her up but for an instant. I never said he didnt from the firstI never said that he doesnt more and morelike Maggies money.
I never said I shouldnt have liked it myself, Bob Assingham returned. He made no movement; he smoked another minute. How much did Maggie know?
How much? She seemed to consideras if it were between quarts and gallonshow best to express the quantity. She knew what Charlotte, in Florence, had told her.
And what had Charlotte told her?
Very little.
What makes you so sure?
Why, thisthat she couldnt tell her. And she explained a little what she meant. There are things, my dearhavent you felt it yourself, coarse as you are?that no one could tell Maggie. There are things that, upon my word, I shouldnt care to attempt to tell her now.
The Colonel smoked on it. Shed be so scandalised?
Shed be so frightened. Shed be, in her strange little way, so hurt. She wasnt born to know evil. She must never know it. Bob Assingham had a queer grim laugh; the sound of which, in fact, fixed his wife before him. Were taking grand ways to prevent it.
But she stood there to protest. Were not taking any ways. The ways are all taken; they were taken from the moment he came up to our carriage that day in Villa Borghesethe second or third of her days in Rome, when, as you remember, you went off somewhere with Mr. Verver, and the Prince, who had got into the carriage with us, came home with us to tea. They had met; they had seen each other well; they were in relation: the rest was to come of itself and as it could. It began, practically, I recollect, in our drive. Maggie happened to learn, by some other mans greeting of him, in the bright Roman way, from a streetcorner as we passed, that one of the Princes baptismal names, the one always used for him among his relations, was Amerigo: which (as you probably dont know, however, even after a lifetime of ME), was the name, four hundred years ago, or whenever, of the pushing man who followed, across the sea, in the wake of Columbus and succeeded, where Columbus had failed, in becoming godfather, or name-father, to the new Continent; so that the thought of any connection with him can even now thrill our artless breasts.
The Colonels grim placidity could always quite adequately meet his wifes not infrequent imputation of ignorances, on the score of the land of her birth, unperturbed and unashamed; and these dark depths were even at the present moment not directly lighted by an inquiry that managed to be curious without being apologetic. But where does the connection come in?
His wife was prompt. By the womenthat is by some obliging woman, of old, who was a descendant of the pushing man, the make-believe discoverer, and whom the Prince is therefore luckily able to refer to as an ancestress. A branch of the other family had become greatgreat enough, at least, to marry into his; and the name of the navigator, crowned with glory, was, very naturally, to become so the fashion among them that some son, of every generation, was appointed to wear it. My point is, at any rate, that I recall noticing at the time how the Prince was, from the start, helped with the dear Ververs by his wearing it. The connection became romantic for Maggie the moment she took it in; she filled out, in a flash, every link that might be vague. By that sign, I quite said to myself, hell conquerwith his good fortune, of course, of having the other necessary signs too. It really, said Mrs. Assingham, was, practically, the fine side of the wedge. Which struck me as also, she wound up, a lovely note for the candour of the Ververs.
The Colonel took in the tale, but his comment was prosaic. He knew, Amerigo, what he was about. And I dont mean the OLD one.
I know what you mean! his wife bravely threw off.
The old onehe pointed his effect isnt the only discoverer in the family.
Oh, as much as you like! If he discovered Americaor got himself honoured as if he hadhis successors were, in due time, to discover the Americans. And it was one of them in particular, doubtless, who was to discover how patriotic we are.
Wouldnt this be the same one, the Colonel asked, who really discovered what you call the connection?
She gave him a look. The connections a true thingthe connections perfectly historic, Your insinuations recoil upon your cynical mind. Dont you understand, she asked, that the history of such people is known, root and branch, at every moment of its course?
Oh, its all right, said Bob Assingham.
Go to the British Museum, his companion continued with spirit.
And what am I to do there?
Theres a whole immense room, or recess, or department, or whatever, filled with books written about his family alone. You can see for yourself.
Have you seen for YOUR self?
She faltered but an instant. CertainlyI went one day with Maggie. We looked him up, so to say. They were most civil. And she fell again into the current her husband had slightly ruffled. The effect was produced, the charm began to work, at all events, in Rome, from that hour of the Princes drive with us. My only course, afterwards, had to be to make the best of it. It was certainly good enough for that, Mrs. Assingham hastened to add, and I didnt in the least see my duty in making the worst. In the same situation, to-day; I wouldnt act differently. I entered into the case as it then appeared to meand as, for the matter of that, it still does. I LIKED it, I thought all sorts of good of it, and nothing can even now, she said with some intensity, make me think anything else.
Nothing can ever make you think anything you dont want to, the Colonel, still in his chair, remarked over his pipe. Youve got a precious power of thinking whatever you do want. You want also, from moment to moment, to think such desperately different things. What happened, he went on, was that you fell violently in love with the Prince yourself, and that as you couldnt get me out of the way you had to take some roundabout course. You couldnt marry him, any more than Charlotte couldthat is not to yourself. But you could to somebody elseit was always the Prince, it was always marriage. You could to your little friend, to whom there were no objections.
Not only there were no objections, but there were reasons, positive onesand all excellent, all charming. She spoke with an absence of all repudiation of his exposure of the spring of her conduct; and this abstention, clearly and effectively conscious, evidently cost her nothing. It IS always the Prince; and it IS always, thank heaven, marriage. And these are the things, God grant, that it will always be. That I could help, a year ago, most assuredly made me happy, and it continues to make me happy.