Tell her all." "All ?" he oddly echoed.
"Tell her the simple truth," Madame de Vionnet again pleaded.
"But what is the simple truth?
The simple truth is exactly what I'm trying to discover." She looked about a while, but presently she came back to him.

"Tell her, fully and clearly, about US." Strether meanwhile had been staring.

"You and your daughter ?" "Yes--little Jeanne and me.

Tell her," she just slightly quavered, "you like us." "And what good will that do me?
Or rather"-- he caught himself up--"what good will it do YOU ?" She looked graver.

"None, you believe, really ?" Strether debated.