My possession at last, I mean, of real knowledge." "Oh!" said the Prince.
"My only point now, at any rate," she went on, "is the difference, as I say, that it may make for YOU.

Your knowing was--from the moment you did come in--all I had in view." And she sounded it again--he should have it once more.

"Your knowing that I've ceased--" "That you've ceased-- ?" With her pause, in fact, she had fairly made him press her for it.
"Why, to be as I was.

NOT to know." It was once more then, after a little, that he had had to stand receptive; yet the singular effect of this was that there was still something of the same sort he was made to want.

He had another hesitation, but at last this odd quantity showed.