"He may have one, as it were, up his sleeve; yet it's borne in upon me that if he had--" "He wouldn't"-- she quite understood--"have taken all THIS trouble?
I dare say not, and, if I may be quite free and dreadful, I very much hope he won't take any more.

Of course I won't pretend now," she added, "not to know what it's a question of." "Oh every one must know now," poor Strether thoughtfully admitted; "and it's strange enough and funny enough that one should feel everybody here at this very moment to be knowing and watching and waiting." "Yes--isn't it indeed funny ?" Miss Barrace quite rose to it.

"That's the way we ARE in Paris." She was always pleased with a new contribution to that queerness.

"It's wonderful! But, you know," she declared, "it all depends on you.

I don't want to turn the knife in your vitals, but that's naturally what you just now meant by our all being on top of you.