74/166 This virtue, between him and his daughter's friend, had surely been taken for granted. "My dear child," he returned, "I don't think I'm afraid of Charlotte." "Well, that's just what it's lovely to have from you. From the moment you're NOT--the least little bit--I'll immediately invite her." "But where in the world is she ?" He spoke as if he had not thought of Charlotte, nor so much as heard her name pronounced, for a very long time. He quite in fact amicably, almost amusedly, woke up to her. She's always with people, poor dear--she rather has to be; even when, as is sometimes the case; they're people she doesn't immensely like." "Well, I guess she likes US," said Adam Verver. |