"No." Her comment on his hesitation was scarce the less marked for being mute.

"Thank you.

NOW don't you see," she went on, "why the boy doesn't come home?
He's drowning his shame." "His shame?
What shame ?" "What shame?
Comment donc?
THE shame." "But where and when," Strether asked, "is 'THE shame'-- where is any shame--to-day?
The men I speak of--they did as every one does; and (besides being ancient history) it was all a matter of appreciation." She showed how she understood.

"Mrs.Newsome has appreciated ?" "Ah I can't speak for HER!" "In the midst of such doings--and, as I understand you, profiting by them, she at least has remained exquisite ?" "Oh I can't talk of her!" Strether said.
"I thought she was just what you COULD talk of.

You DON'T trust me," Miss Gostrey after a moment declared.
It had its effect.