How far"-- she touched it up--"they went." Maggie had waited, but only with a question.

"Do you think he does ?" "Know at least something?
Oh, about him I can't think.

He's beyond me," said Fanny Assingham.
"Then do you yourself know ?" "How much-- ?" "How much." "How far-- ?" "How far." Fanny had appeared to wish to make sure, but there was something she remembered--remembered in time and even with a smile.

"I've told you before that I know absolutely nothing." "Well--that's what _I_ know," said the Princess.
Her friend again hesitated.

"Then nobody knows--?
I mean," Mrs.
Assingham explained, "how much your father does." Oh, Maggie showed that she understood.