"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 was not 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 inquiry.