"It will probably also--if I get off with so little--be mine." "And what," her husband liked to ask, "will be mine ?" "Nothing--you're not worthy of any.

One's punishment is in what one feels, and what will make ours effective is that we SHALL feel." She was splendid with her "ours"; she flared up with this prophecy.

"It will be Maggie herself who will mete it out." "Maggie-- ?" "SHE'LL know--about her father; everything.

Everything," she repeated.
On the vision of which, each time, Mrs.Assingham, as with the presentiment of an odd despair, turned away from it.

"But she'll never tell us." XXXII If Maggie had not so firmly made up her mind never to say, either to her good friend or to any one else, more than she meant about her father, she might have found herself betrayed into some such overflow during the week spent in London with her husband after the others had adjourned to Fawns for the summer.