"She didn't send me out to 'like' you." "Oh," she charmingly contended, "she sent you out to face the facts." He admitted after an instant that there was something in that.

"But how can I face them till I know what they are?
Do you want him," he then braced himself to ask, "to marry your daughter ?" She gave a headshake as noble as it was prompt.

"No--not that." "And he really doesn't want to himself ?" She repeated the movement, but now with a strange light in her face.
"He likes her too much." Strether wondered.

"To be willing to consider, you mean, the question of taking her to America ?" "To be willing to do anything with her but be immensely kind and nice--really tender of her.

We watch over her, and you must help us.
You must see her again." Strether felt awkward.