The girl seemed to wonder a little. “For Mr. Verver?”
“For Maggie—about her seeing you early. That, I know, is what she’ll like.”
“Then I’ll come early—thanks.”
“I daresay,” he went on, “she’ll send for you. I mean send a carriage.”
“Oh, I don’t require that, thanks. I can go, for a penny, can’t I?” she asked of Mrs. Assingham, “in an omnibus.”
“Oh, I say!” said the Prince while Mrs. Assingham looked at her blandly.
“Yes, love—and I’ll give you the penny. She shall get there,” the good lady added to their friend.
But Charlotte, as the latter took leave of her, thought of something else. “There’s a great favour, Prince, that I want to ask of you. I want, between this and Saturday, to make Maggie a marriage-present.”
“Oh, I say!” the young man again soothingly exclaimed.
“Ah, but I MUST,” she went on. “It’s really almost for that I came back. It was impossible to get in America what I wanted.”