She spoke now as if her art were all an innocence, and then again as if her innocence were all an art.

"Oh he's giving himself up, and he'll do so to the end.

How can he but want, now that it's within reach, his full impression ?--which is much more important, you know, than either yours or mine.

But he's just soaking," Strether said as he came back; "he's going in conscientiously for a saturation.

I'm bound to say he IS very good." "Ah," she quietly replied, "to whom do you say it ?" And then more quietly still: "He's capable of anything." Strether more than reaffirmed--"Oh he's excellent.