"And be grateful." On which, for a minute, she let the Princess face her.

"Do you see ?" "I see," said Maggie at last.
"Then there you are." But Maggie had turned away, moving to the window, as if still to keep something in her face from sight.

She stood there with her eyes on the street while Mrs.Assingham's reverted to that complicating object on the chimney as to which her condition, so oddly even to herself, was that both of recurrent wonder and recurrent protest.

She went over it, looked at it afresh and yielded now to her impulse to feel it in her hands.

She laid them on it, lifting it up, and was surprised, thus, with the weight of it--she had seldom handled so much massive gold.