218/263 "Of him, dear man, of HIM--!" Her friend, able to take in thus directly her vision of her father, watched her with a new suspense. THAT way might safety lie--it was like a wider chink of light. "He believed--with a beauty!--in Charlotte." "Yes, and it was I who had made him believe. I didn't mean to, at the time, so much; for I had no idea then of what was coming. But I did it, I did it!" the Princess declared. |