Trust THEM." She looked at him hard, and then as if it were what she must always come back to: "It's you I trust.

But I was sincere," she said, "at the hotel.

I did, I do, want my child--" "Well ?"--Strether waited with deference while she appeared to hesitate as to how to put it.
"Well, to do what she can for me." Strether for a little met her eyes on it; after which something that might have been unexpected to her came from him.

"Poor little duck!" Not more expected for himself indeed might well have been her echo of it.

"Poor little duck! But she immensely wants herself," she said, "to see our friend's cousin." "Is that what she thinks her ?" "It's what we call the young lady." He thought again; then with a laugh: "Well, your daughter will help you." And now at last he took leave of her, as he had been intending for five minutes.