The Golden Bowl - Henry James [111]
Charlotte replied however without, as her friend would have phrased it, turning a hair. She shook her head, but it was beautifully gentle. ‘He never comes.’
‘Oh!’ said Fanny Assingham: with which she felt a little stupid.
‘There it is. He might so well, you know, otherwise.’
‘ “Otherwise”?’ – and Fanny was still vague.
It passed this time over her companion, whose eyes, wandering to a distance, found themselves held. The Prince was at hand again; the Ambassador was still at his side; they were stopped a moment by a uniformed personage, a little old man, of apparently the highest military character, bristling with medals and orders. This gave Charlotte time to go on. ‘He has not been for three months.’ And then as with her friend’s last word in her ear: ‘ “Otherwise” – yes. He arranges otherwise. And in my position,’ she added, ‘I might too. It’s too absurd we shouldn’t meet.’
‘You’ve met, I gather,’ said Fanny Assingham, ‘to-night.’
‘Yes – as far as that goes. But what I mean is that I might – placed for it as we both are – go to see him.’
‘And do you?’ Fanny asked with almost mistaken solemnity.
The perception of this excess made Charlotte, whether for gravity or for irony, hang fire a minute. ‘I have been. But that’s nothing,’ she said, ‘in itself, and I tell you of it only to show you how our situation works. It essentially becomes one, a situation, for both of us. The Prince’s however is his own affair – I meant but to speak of mine.’
‘Your situation’s perfect,’ Mrs Assingham presently declared.
‘I don’t say it isn’t. Taken in fact all round I think it is. And I don’t, as I tell you, complain of it. The only thing is that I have to act as it demands of me.’
‘To “act”?’ said Mrs Assingham with an irrepressible quaver.
‘Isn’t it acting, my dear, to accept it? I do accept it. What do you want me to do less?’
‘I want you to believe that you’re a very fortunate person.’
‘Do you call that less?’ Charlotte asked with a smile. ‘From the point of view of my freedom I call it more. Let it take, my position, any name you like.’
‘Don’t let it at any rate’ – and Mrs Assingham’s impatience prevailed at last over her presence of mind – ‘don’t let it make you think too much of your freedom.’
‘I don’t know what you call too much – for how can I not see it as it is? You’d see your own quickly enough if the Colonel gave you the same liberty – and I haven’t to tell you, with your so much greater knowledge of everything, what it is that gives such liberty most. For yourself personally of course,’ Charlotte went on, ‘you only know the state of neither needing it nor missing it. Your husband doesn’t treat you as of less importance to him than some other woman.’
‘Ah don’t talk to me of other women!’ Fanny now overtly panted. ‘Do you call Mr Verver’s perfectly natural interest in his daughter –?’
‘The greatest affection of which he’s capable?’ – Charlotte took it up in all readiness. ‘I do distinctly – and in spite of my having done all I could think of to make him capable of a greater. I’ve done, earnestly, everything I could – I’ve made it, month after month, my study. But I haven’t succeeded – that has been vividly brought home to me to-night. However,’ she pursued, ‘I’ve hoped against hope, for I recognise that, as I told you at the time, I was duly warned.’ And then as she met in her friend’s face the absence of any such remembrance: ‘He did tell me he wanted me just because I could be useful about her.’ With which Charlotte broke into a wonderful smile. ‘So you see I am!’
It was on Fanny Assingham’s lips for the moment to reply that this was on the contrary what she saw least of all; she came in fact within an ace of saying: ‘You strike me as having quite failed to help his idea to work – since by your account Maggie has him not less, but so much more, on her mind. How in the world, with so much of a remedy, comes there to remain so much of what was to be obviated?’ But she saved herself