"Do you mean your young man-- ?" "I mean yours.

I mean Mr.Newsome." It flashed for Strether the next moment a finer light, and the light deepened as she went on.

"He takes, thank God, the truest tenderest interest in her." It deepened indeed.

"Oh I'm sure of that!" "You were talking," she said, "about one's trusting him.

You see then how I do." He waited a moment--it all came.