"There WOULD be some reason." "Some reason for what ?" "Why for hanging on here." "To offer my hand and fortune to Mademoiselle de Vionnet ?" "Well," Strether asked, "to what lovelier apparition COULD you offer them?
She's the sweetest little thing I've ever seen." "She's certainly immense.

I mean she's the real thing.

I believe the pale pink petals are folded up there for some wondrous efflorescence in time; to open, that is, to some great golden sun.

I'M unfortunately but a small farthing candle.

What chance in such a field for a poor little painter-man ?" "Oh you're good enough," Strether threw out.
"Certainly I'm good enough.