"I hope it's not found too great." "Oh I'm sure not.

And you hear as often ?" Again Strether paused.

"As often as I deserve." "Mother writes," said Chad, "a lovely letter." Strether, before the closed porte-cochere, fixed him a moment.

"It's more, my boy, than YOU do! But our suppositions don't matter," he added, "if you're actually not entangled." Chad's pride seemed none the less a little touched.

"I never WAS that--let me insist.