"I help you with Sitting Bull.

That's a good deal." "Oh that, yes." But Strether hesitated.

"Do you mean he talks of me ?" "So that I have to defend you?
No, never.' "I see," Strether mused.

"It's too deep." "That's his only fault," she returned--"that everything, with him, is too deep.

He has depths of silence--which he breaks only at the longest intervals by a remark.