Her challenge, at any rate, her wonder, her terror--the blank, blurred surface, whatever it was that she presented became a mixture that ceased to signify; for to the accumulated advantage by which Charlotte was at present sustained her next words themselves had little to add.
"Have you any ground of complaint of me?
Is there any wrong you consider I've done you?
I feel at last that I've a right to ask you." Their eyes had to meet on it, and to meet long; Maggie's avoided at least the disgrace of looking away.

"What makes you want to ask it ?" "My natural desire to know.

You've done that, for so long, little justice." Maggie waited a moment.

"For so long?
You mean you've thought-- ?" "I mean, my dear, that I've seen.

I've seen, week after week, that YOU seemed to be thinking--of something that perplexed or worried you.