"Then how about Jim ?" Strether took a turn before he answered.

"Hasn't he given you Jim?
Hasn't he before this 'done' him for you ?" He was a little at a loss.
"Doesn't he tell you things ?" She hesitated.

"No"-- and their eyes once more gave and took.

"Not as you do.

You somehow make me see them--or at least feel them.