"Help me to find out WHAT I imagine.

I don't know--I've nothing but my perpetual anxiety.
Have you any ?--do you see what I mean?
If you'll tell me truly, that at least, one way or the other, will do something for me." Fanny's look had taken a peculiar gravity--a fulness with which it seemed to shine.

"Is what it comes to that you're jealous of Charlotte ?" "Do you mean whether I hate her ?"--and Maggie thought.

"No; not on account of father." "Ah," Mrs.Assingham returned, "that isn't what one would suppose.

What I ask is if you're jealous on account of your husband." "Well," said Maggie presently, "perhaps that may be all.