"Has she told you she likes me much ?" "Certainly she has told me--but I won't pamper you.

Let it be enough for you it has always been one of my reasons for liking HER." "Then she's indeed not beyond everything," Mr.Verver more or less humorously observed.
"Oh it isn't, thank goodness, that she's in love with you.

It's not, as I told you at first, the sort of thing for you to fear." He had spoken with cheer, but it appeared to drop before this reassurance, as if the latter overdid his alarm, and that should be corrected.

"Oh, my dear, I've always thought of her as a little girl." "Ah, she's not a little girl," said the Princess.
"Then I'll write to her as a brilliant woman." "It's exactly what she is." Mr.Verver had got up as he spoke, and for a little, before retracing their steps, they stood looking at each other as if they had really arranged something.

They had come out together for themselves, but it had produced something more.