How can we not always think of her?
It's as if her unhappiness had been necessary to us--as if we had needed her, at her own cost, to build us up and start us." He took it in with consideration, but he met it with a lucid inquiry.
"Why do you speak of the unhappiness of your father's wife ?" They exchanged a long look--the time that it took her to find her reply.
"Because not to--!" "Well, not to-- ?" "Would make me have to speak of him.

And I can't," said Maggie, "speak of him." "You 'can't'-- ?" "I can't." She said it as for definite notice, not to be repeated.
"There are too many things," she nevertheless added.

"He's too great." The Prince looked at his cigar-tip, and then as he put back the weed: "Too great for whom ?" Upon which as she hesitated, "Not, my dear, too great for you," he declared.

"For me--oh, as much as you like." "Too great for me is what I mean.

I know why I think it," Maggie said.
"That's enough." He looked at her yet again as if she but fanned his wonder; he was on the very point, she judged, of asking her why she thought it.