"Whose husband's ?" "Mr.Verver's," she went on.

"The blindness is most of all his.

That they feel--that they see.

But it's also his wife's." "Whose wife's ?" he asked as she continued to gloom at him in a manner at variance with the comparative cheer of her contention.

And then as she only gloomed: "The Prince's ?" "Maggie's own--Maggie's very own," she pursued as for herself.
He had a pause.