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Chapter 1-2
"Oh, ALL right's a good deal to say. But I seem at least to see, as I haven't before, where I am with it." Fanny bountifully brooded; there was a point left vague. "And you have it from him?—your husband himself has told you?" "'Told' me—?" "Why, what you speak of. It isn't of an assurance received from him then that you do speak?" At which Maggie had continued to stare. "Dear me, no. Do you suppose I've asked him for an assurance?" "Ah, you haven't?" Her companion smiled. "That's what I supposed you MIGHT mean. Then, darling, what HAVE you—?" "Asked him for? I've asked him for nothing." But this, in turn, made Fanny stare. "Then nothing, that evening of the Embassy dinner, passed between you?" "On the contrary, everything passed." "Everything—?" "Everything. I told him what I kn
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