Page:The Golden Bowl (Scribner, New York, 1909), Volume 2.djvu/77

THE PRINCESS of it. He had answered her distinctly just before, and it appeared to leave her nothing to say. It was almost as if, having planned for the last word, she saw him himself enjoying it. It was almost as if—in the strangest way in the world—he were paying her back by the production of a small pang, that of a new uneasiness, for the way she had slipped from him during their drive.