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The Golden Bowl - Henry James [47]

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duty in making the worst. In the same situation to-day I wouldn’t act differently. I entered into the case as it then appeared to me – and 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 don’t want to,’ the Colonel, still in his chair, remarked over his pipe. ‘You’ve 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 couldn’t get me out of the way you had to take some roundabout course. You couldn’t marry him, any more than Charlotte could – that is not to yourself. But you could to somebody else – it 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 ones – and 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.’

‘Then why aren’t you quiet?’

‘I am quiet,’ said Fanny Assingham.

He looked at her, with his colourless candour, still in his place; she moved about again a little, emphasising by her unrest her declaration of her tranquillity. He was as silent at first as if he had taken her answer, but he wasn’t to keep it long. ‘What do you make of it that, by your own show, Charlotte couldn’t tell her all? What do you make of it that the Prince didn’t tell her anything? Say one understands that there are things she can’t be told – since, as you put it, she is so easily scared and shocked.’ He produced these objections slowly, giving her time, by his pauses, to stop roaming and come back to him. But she was roaming still when he concluded his enquiry. ‘If there hadn’t been anything there shouldn’t have been between the pair before Charlotte bolted – in order, precisely, as you say, that there shouldn’t be: why in the world was what there had been too bad to be spoken of?’

Mrs Assingham, after this question, continued still to circulate – not directly meeting it even when at last she stopped. ‘I thought you wanted me to be quiet.’

‘So I do – and I’m trying to make you so much so that you won’t worry more. Can’t you be quiet on that?’

She thought a moment – then seemed to try. ‘To relate that she had to “bolt” for the reasons we speak of, even though the bolting had done for her what she wished – that I can perfectly feel Charlotte’s not wanting to do.’

‘Ah then if it has done for her what she wished – !’ But the Colonel’s conclusion hung by the ‘if’ which his wife didn’t take up. So it hung but the longer when he presently spoke again. ‘All one wonders, in that case, is why then she has come back to him.’

‘Say she hasn’t come back to him. Not really to him.’

‘I’ll say anything you like. But that won’t do me the same good as your saying it.’

‘Nothing, my dear, will do you good,’ Mrs Assingham returned. ‘You don’t care for anything in itself; you care for nothing but to be grossly amused because I don’t keep washing my hands – !’

‘I thought your whole argument was that everything is so right that this is precisely what you do.’

But his wife, as it was a point she had often made, could go on as she had gone on before. ‘You’re perfectly indifferent, really; you’re perfectly immoral. You’ve taken part in the sack of cities,6 and I’m sure you’ve done dreadful things yourself. But I don’t trouble my head, if you like. “So now there!” ’ she laughed.

He accepted her laugh, but he kept his way. ‘Well, I back poor Charlotte.’

‘ “Back” her?’

‘To know what she

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