But that's not an idea.

It represents only my weak necessity of feeling that he's beyond me--which isn't an idea either.

You see he MAY be stupid too." "Precisely--there you are." "Yet on the other hand," she always went on, "he MAY be sublime: sublimer even than Maggie herself.

He may in fact have already been.

But we shall never know." With which her tone betrayed perhaps a shade of soreness for the single exemption she didn't yearningly welcome.