"'Unexplained,' my dear?
Quite the contrary--explained: fully, intensely, admirably explained, with nothing really to add.

My own love"-- she kept it up--"I don't want anything more.

I've plenty to go upon and to do with, as it is." Fanny Assingham stood there in her comparative darkness, with her links, verily, still missing; but the most acceptable effect of this was, singularly, as yet, a cold fear of getting nearer the fact.

"But when you come home--?
I mean he'll come up with you again.

Won't he see it then ?" On which Maggie gave her, after an instant's visible thought, the strangest of slow headshakes.