But there are all the same," she went on, "two quite distinct things that--given the wonderful place he's in--may have happened to him.

One is that he may have got brutalised.

The other is that he may have got refined." Strether stared--this WAS a novelty.

"Refined ?" "Oh," she said quietly, "there ARE refinements." The way of it made him, after looking at her, break into a laugh.

"YOU have them!" "As one of the signs," she continued in the same tone, "they constitute perhaps the worst." He thought it over and his gravity returned.