It's grave--it WAS--for Charlotte.

And it's grave for Maggie.

That is it WAS--when he did see her.

Or when she did see HIM." "You don't torment me as much as you would like," she presently went on, "because you think of nothing that I haven't a thousand times thought of, and because I think of everything that you never will.

It would all," she recognised, "have been grave if it hadn't all been right.