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’s vision out or most opened themselves to your own. Whatever you might feel, they stamped the place with their importance, as the house-agents say; so that on one side or the other you were never out of their range, were moving about, for possible community, opportunity, the sight of you scarce knew what, either before them or behind them. If other importances, not to extend the question, kept themselves down, they were in no direction less obtruded than in that of our friend’s dress, adopted once for all as with a sort of sumptuary scruple. He wore every day of the year, whatever the occasion, the same little black ‘cutaway’ coat, of the fashion of his younger time; he wore the same cool-looking trousers, chequered in black and white – the proper harmony with which, he inveterately considered, was a white-dotted blue satin necktie; and, over his concave little stomach, quaintly indifferent to climates and seasons, a white duck waistcoat. ‘Should you really,’ he now asked, ‘like me to marry?’ He spoke as if, coming from his daughter herself, it might be an idea; which for that matter he would be ready to carry right straight out should she definitely say so.

Definite, however, just yet, she was not prepared to be, though it seemed to come to her with force, as she thought, that there was a truth in the connexion to utter. ‘What I feel is that there’s somehow something that used to be right and that I’ve made wrong. It used to be right that you hadn’t married and that you didn’t seem to want to. It used also’ – she continued to make out – ‘to seem easy for the question not to come up. That’s what I’ve made different. It does come up. It will come up.’

‘You don’t think I can keep it down?’ Mr Verver’s tone was cheerfully pensive.

‘Well, I’ve given you by my move all the trouble of having to.’

He liked the tenderness of her idea, and it made him, as she sat near him, pass his arm about her. ‘I guess I don’t feel as if you had “moved” very far. You’ve only moved next door.’

‘Well,’ she continued, ‘I don’t feel as if it were fair for me just to have given you a push and left you so. If I’ve made the difference for you I must think of the difference.’

‘Then what, darling,’ he indulgently asked, ‘do you think?’

‘That’s just what I don’t yet know. But I must find out. We must think together – as we’ve always thought. What I mean,’ she went on after a moment, ‘is that it strikes me I ought to at least offer you some alternative. I ought to have worked one out for you.’

‘An alternative to what?’

‘Well, to your simply missing what you’ve lost – without anything being done about it.’

‘But what have I lost?’

She thought a minute, as if it were difficult to say, yet as if she more and more saw it. ‘Well, whatever it was that before kept us from thinking, and kept you, really, as you might say, in the market. It was as if you couldn’t be in the market when you were married to me. Or rather as if I kept people off, innocently, by being married to you. Now that I’m married to some one else you’re, as in consequence, married to nobody. Therefore you may be married to anybody, to everybody. People don’t see why you shouldn’t be married to them.’

‘Isn’t it enough of a reason,’ he mildly enquired, ‘that I don’t want to be?’

‘It’s enough of a reason, yes. But to be enough of a reason it has to be too much of a trouble. I mean for you. It has to be too much of a fight. You ask me what you’ve lost,’ Maggie continued to explain. ‘The not having to take the trouble and to make the fight – that’s what you’ve lost. The advantage, the happiness of being just as you were – because I was just as I was – that’s what you miss.’

‘So that you think,’ her father presently said, ‘that I had better get married just in order to be as I was before?’

The detached tone of it – detached as if innocently to amuse her by showing his desire to accommodate – was so far successful as to draw from her gravity a short light laugh. ‘Well, what I don’t want you to feel is that if you were to I shouldn’t understand. I should understand. That’s all,’ said the Princess gently.