Courage," he, however, accommodatingly threw out, "is what YOU have." She shook her head.

"You say that only to patch me up--to cover the nudity of my want of exaltation.

I've neither the one nor the other.
I've mere battered indifference.

I see that what you mean," Miss Gostrey pursued, "is that if your friend HAD come she would take great views, and the great views, to put it simply, would be too much for her." Strether looked amused at her notion of the simple, but he adopted her formula.

"Everything's too much for her." "Ah then such a service as this of yours--" "Is more for her than anything else?
Yes--far more.