I'm not speaking for you." "Oh!" said Maggie, only praying not to be, not even to appear, stupid.
"I'm speaking for ourselves.

I'm speaking," Charlotte brought out, "for HIM." "I see.

For my father." "For your father.

For whom else ?" They looked at each other hard now, but Maggie's face took refuge in the intensity of her interest.

She was not at all even so stupid as to treat her companion's question as requiring an answer; a discretion that her controlled stillness had after an instant justified.