Mrs.Pocock's built in, or built out--whichever you call it; she's packed so tight she can't move.

She's in splendid isolation"-- Miss Barrace embroidered the theme.
Strether followed, but scrupulous of justice.

"Yet with every one in the place successively introduced to her." "Wonderfully--but just so that it does build her out.

She's bricked up, she's buried alive!" Strether seemed for a moment to look at it; but it brought him to a sigh.

"Oh but she's not dead! It will take more than this to kill her." His companion had a pause that might have been for pity.