It was very soon distinct to her, to pull her up, to let her down, that, alas, he was, he IS, saved.

There's nothing left for her to do." "Not even to love him ?" "She would have loved him better as she originally believed him." Strether wondered "Of course one asks one's self what notion a little girl forms, where a young man's in question, of such a history and such a state." "Well, this little girl saw them, no doubt, as obscure, but she saw them practically as wrong.

The wrong for her WAS the obscure.

Chad turns out at any rate right and good and disconcerting, while what she was all prepared for, primed and girded and wound up for, was to deal with him as the general opposite." "Yet wasn't her whole point"-- Strether weighed it--"that he was to be, that he COULD be, made better, redeemed ?" Little Bilham fixed it all a moment, and then with a small headshake that diffused a tenderness: "She's too late.

Too late for the miracle." "Yes"-- his companion saw enough.