If he had been too ill I wouldn't have left him." "And yet Maggie was worried ?" Mrs.Assingham asked.
"She worries, you know, easily.

She's afraid of influenza--of which he has had, at different times, though never with the least gravity, several attacks." "But you're not afraid of it ?" Charlotte had for a moment a pause; it had continued to come to her that really to have her case "out," as they said, with the person in the world to whom her most intimate difficulties had oftenest referred themselves, would help her, on the whole, more than hinder; and under that feeling all her opportunity, with nothing kept back; with a thing or two perhaps even thrust forward, seemed temptingly to open.

Besides, didn't Fanny at bottom half expect, absolutely at the bottom half WANT, things ?--so that she would be disappointed if, after what must just have occurred for her, she didn't get something to put between the teeth of her so restless rumination, that cultivation of the fear, of which our young woman had already had glimpses, that she might have "gone too far" in her irrepressible interest in other lives.

What had just happened--it pieced itself together for Charlotte--was that the Assingham pair, drifting like everyone else, had had somewhere in the gallery, in the rooms, an accidental concussion; had it after the Colonel, over his balustrade, had observed, in the favouring high light, her public junction with the Prince.

His very dryness, in this encounter, had, as always, struck a spark from his wife's curiosity, and, familiar, on his side, with all that she saw in things, he had thrown her, as a fine little bone to pick, some report of the way one of her young friends was "going on" with another.