"Maggie, however, does know I'm morbid.

SHE hasn't the benefit." "Well," said Adam Verver a little wearily at last, "I think I feel that you'll hear from her yet." It had even fairly come over him, under recurrent suggestion, that his daughter's omission WAS surprising.

And Maggie had never in her life been wrong for more than three minutes.
"Oh, it isn't that I hold that I've a RIGHT to it," Charlotte the next instant rather oddly qualified--and the observation itself gave him a further push.
"Very well--I shall like it myself." At this then, as if moved by his way of constantly--and more or less against his own contention--coming round to her, she showed how she could also always, and not less gently, come half way.

"I speak of it only as the missing GRACE--the grace that's in everything that Maggie does.

It isn't my due"-- she kept it up--"but, taking from you that we may still expect it, it will have the touch.