"Then what does she dream-- ?" "Of Mr.Blint, poor dear; of Mr.Blint only." Her smile for him--for the Prince himself--was free.

"Have I positively to tell you that she doesn't want us?
She only wanted us for the others--to show she wasn't left alone with him.

Now that that's done, and that they've all gone, she of course knows for herself--!" "'Knows' ?" the Prince vaguely echoed.
"Why, that we like cathedrals; that we inevitably stop to see them, or go round to take them in, whenever we've a chance; that it's what our respective families quite expect of us and would be disappointed for us to fail of.

This, as forestieri," Mrs.Verver pursued, "would be our pull--if our pull weren't indeed so great all round." He could only keep his eyes on her.

"And have you made out the very train-- ?" "The very one.