She shouldn't be judged--save by herself; which was her own wretched business.

The next moment, however, at all events, she blushed, within, for her immediate cowardice: she had thought of herself, thought of "getting off," before so much as thinking--that is of pitifully seeing--that she was in presence of an appeal that was ALL an appeal, that utterly accepted its necessity.

"In a general way, dear child, yes.

But not--a--in connexion with what you've been telling me." "They were intimate, you see.

Intimate," said the Princess.
Fanny continued to face her, taking from her excited eyes this history, so dim and faint for all her anxious emphasis, of the far-away other time.