Je suis tranquille!" Strether understood, so far as that went; but he was feeling for his clue.

"She strikes you to-night as particularly magnificent ?" "Surely.

Almost as I've never seen her.

Doesn't she you?
Why it's FOR you." He persisted in his candour.

"'For' me-- ?" "Oh, oh, oh!" cried Miss Barrace, who persisted in the opposite of that quality.
"Well," he acutely admitted, "she IS different.