"'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?"
Fanny met it again. "On whatever he may offer you. TAKE that."
"Take it—?" Maggie stared.
Mrs. Assingham held up her head. "And be grateful." On which, for a minute, she let the Princess face her. "Do you see?"