The things, or many of them, that had made Mr.Verver what he was seemed practically to bring a charge of waste against the other things that, with the other people known to the young man, had failed of such a result.

"Why, his 'form,'" he had returned, "might have made one doubt." "Father's form ?" She hadn't seen it.

"It strikes me he hasn't got any." "He hasn't got mine--he hasn't even got yours." "Thank you for 'even'!" the girl had laughed at him.

"Oh, yours, my dear, is tremendous.

But your father has his own.