"It's not that you haven't my courage," Charlotte said, "but that you haven't, I rather think, my imagination.

Unless indeed it should turn out after all," she added, "that you haven't even my intelligence.

However, I shall not be afraid of that till you've given me more proof." And she made again, but more clearly, her point of a moment before.

"You knew, besides, you knew to-day, I would come.

And if you knew that you know everything." So she pursued, and if he didn't meanwhile, if he didn't even at this, take her up, it might be that she was so positively fitting him again with the fair face of temporising kindness that he had given her, to keep her eyes on, at the other important juncture, and the sense of which she might ever since have been carrying about with her like a precious medal--not exactly blessed by the Pope suspended round her neck.