How can they then," Strether asked, "understand me?
So I don't quarrel with them." "I see.

They quarrel," said Chad rather comfortably, "with US." Strether noted once more the comfort, but his young friend had already gone on.

"I should feel greatly ashamed, all the same, if I didn't put it before you again that you ought to think, after all, tremendously well.

I mean before giving up beyond recall--" With which insistence, as from a certain delicacy, dropped.
Ah but Strether wanted it.

"Say it all, say it all." "Well, at your age, and with what--when all's said and done--Mother might do for you and be for you." Chad had said it all, from his natural scruple, only to that extent; so that Strether after an instant himself took a hand.