Our friendship's like that.

Make what you will of it!" she whimsically smiled; a little flicker of the kind, occasional in her, that had more than once moved him to wonder what he might best make of HER.

"But he's perfectly right," she hastened to add, "and I wouldn't have him fail in any way at present for the world.
I'd sooner not see him for three months.

I begged him to be beautiful to them, and he fully feels it for himself." Strether turned away under his quick perception; she was so odd a mixture of lucidity and mystery.

She fell in at moments with the theory about her he most cherished, and she seemed at others to blow it into air.