The Golden Bowl - Henry James [110]
Mrs Assingham, vaguely heaving, panting a little but trying not to show it, turned about, from some inward spring, in her seat. ‘If you mean such a thing as that she doesn’t adore the Prince –!’
‘I don’t say she doesn’t adore him. What I say is that she doesn’t think of him. One of those conditions doesn’t always at all stages involve the other. This is just how she adores him,’ Charlotte said. ‘And what reason is there in the world, after all, why he and I shouldn’t, as you say, show together? We’ve shown together, my dear,’ she smiled, ‘before.’
Her friend, for a little, only looked at her – speaking then with abruptness. ‘You ought to be absolutely happy. You live with such good people.’
The effect of it, as well, was an arrest for Charlotte; whose face however, all of whose fine and slightly hard radiance, it had the next instant caused further to brighten. ‘Does one ever put into words anything so fatuously rash? It’s a thing that must be said, in prudence, for one – by somebody who’s so good as to take the responsibility: the more that it gives one always a chance to show one’s best manners by not contradicting it. Certainly, you’ll never have the distress, or whatever, of hearing me complain.’
‘Truly, my dear, I hope in all conscience not!’ – and the elder woman’s spirit found relief in a laugh more resonant than was quite advised by their pursuit of privacy.
To this demonstration her friend gave no heed. ‘With all our absence after marriage, and with the separation from her produced in particular by our so many months in America, Maggie has still arrears, still losses to make up – still the need of showing how, for so long, she simply kept missing him. She missed his company – a large allowance of which is, in spite of everything else, of the first necessity to her. So she puts it in when she can – a little here, a little there, and it ends by making up a considerable amount. The fact of our distinct establishments – which has all the same everything in its favour,’ Charlotte hastened to declare – ‘makes her really see more of him than when they had the same house. To make sure she doesn’t fail of it she’s always arranging for it – which she didn’t have to do while they lived together. But she likes to arrange,’ Charlotte steadily proceeded; ‘it peculiarly suits her; and the result of our separate households is really, for them, more contact and more intimacy. To-night for instance has been practically an arrangement. She likes him best alone. And it’s the way,’ said our young woman, ‘in which he best likes her. It’s what I mean therefore by being “placed”. And the great thing is, as they say, to “know” one’s place. Doesn’t it all strike you,’ she wound up, ‘as rather placing the Prince too?’
Fanny Assingham had at this moment the sense as of a large heaped dish presented to her intelligence and inviting it to a feast – so thick were the notes of intention in this remarkable speech. But she also felt that to plunge at random, to help herself too freely, would – apart from there not being at such a moment time for it – tend to jostle the ministering hand, confound the array and, more vulgarly speaking, make a mess. She picked out after consideration a solitary plum. ‘So placed that you have to arrange?’
‘Certainly I have to arrange.’
‘And the Prince also – if the effect for him is the same?’
‘Really I think not less.’
‘And does he arrange,’ Mrs Assingham asked, ‘to make up his arrears?’ The question had risen to her lips – it was as if another morsel, on the dish, had tempted her. The sound of it at once struck her own ear as giving out more of her thought than she had as yet intended; but she quickly saw that she must follow it