"It's something I never called myself!" "It's what you are, all the same.

You ain't so young as you were, but you've kept your teeth." He acknowledged his friend's humour.

"Take care I don't get them into YOU! You'd like them, my friends at home, Waymarsh," he declared; "you'd really particularly like them.

And I know"-- it was slightly irrelevant, but he gave it sudden and singular force--"I know they'd like you!" "Oh don't work them off on ME!" Waymarsh groaned.
Yet Strether still lingered with his hands in his pockets.

"It's really quite as indispensable as I say that Chad should be got back." "Indispensable to whom?
To you ?" "Yes," Strether presently said.
"Because if you get him you also get Mrs.Newsome ?" Strether faced it.