You can't make out," she contended, "that we got to Rome before the end of February." He more than agreed.

"There's nothing in life, my dear, that I CAN make out." Well, there was nothing in life, apparently, that she, at real need, couldn't.

"Charlotte, who had been there, that year, from early, quite from November, left suddenly, you'll quite remember, about the 10th of April.

She was to have stayed on--she was to have stayed, naturally, more or less, for us; and she was to have stayed all the more that the Ververs, due all winter, but delayed, week after week, in Paris, were at last really coming.

They were coming--that is Maggie was--largely to see her, and above all to be with her THERE.