She wrote with high fidelity, she let her companion know, and the effect of it was, remarkably enough, that he himself didn't write.

The reason of this was partly that Charlotte "told all about him"-- which she also let him know she did--and partly that he enjoyed feeling, as a consequence, that he was generally, quite systematically, eased and, as they said, "done" for.

Committed, as it were, to this charming and clever young woman, who, by becoming for him a domestic resource, had become for him practically a new person--and committed, especially, in his own house, which somehow made his sense of it a deeper thing--he took an interest in seeing how far the connection could carry him, could perhaps even lead him, and in thus putting to the test, for pleasant verification, what Fanny Assingham had said, at the last, about the difference such a girl could make.

She was really making one now, in their simplified existence, and a very considerable one, though there was no one to compare her with, as there had been, so usefully, for Fanny--no Mrs.Rance, no Kitty, no Dotty Lutch, to help her to be felt, according to Fanny's diagnosis, as real.

She was real, decidedly, from other causes, and Mr.Verver grew in time even a little amused at the amount of machinery Mrs.Assingham had seemed to see needed for pointing it.