“Leave HER,” Fanny Assingham went on. “Leave her TO him.”
Maggie looked at her darkly. “Do you mean leave him to HER? After this?”
“After everything. Aren’t they, for that matter, intimately together now?”
“‘Intimately’—? How do I know?”
But Fanny kept it up. “Aren’t you and your husband—in spite of everything?”
Maggie’s eyes still further, if possible, dilated. “It remains to be seen!”
“If you’re not then, where’s your faith?”
“In my husband—?”
Mrs. Assingham but for an instant hesitated. “In your father. It all comes back to that. Rest on it.”
“On his ignorance?”