And her uttered words, meanwhile, were different enough from those he might have inserted between the lines of her already-spoken.

"It's the golden bowl, you know, that you saw at the little antiquario's in Bloomsbury, so long ago--when you went there with Charlotte, when you spent those hours with her, unknown to me, a day or two before our marriage.

It was shown you both, but you didn't take it; you left it for me, and I came upon it, extraordinarily, through happening to go into the same shop on Monday last; in walking home, in prowling about to pick up some small old thing for father's birthday, after my visit to the Museum, my appointment there with Mr.Crichton, of which I told you.

It was shown me, and I was struck with it and took it--knowing nothing about it at the time.

What I now know I've learned since--I learned this afternoon, a couple of hours ago; receiving from it naturally a great impression.