"I dare say it has been, after all, the only way she could have imagined." "And does that make you want her any more ?" "I've tremendously disappointed her," Strether thought it worth while to mention.
"Of course you have.

That's rudimentary; that was plain to us long ago.

But isn't it almost as plain," Maria went on, "that you've even yet your straight remedy?
Really drag him away, as I believe you still can, and you'd cease to have to count with her disappointment." "Ah then," he laughed, "I should have to count with yours!" But this barely struck her now.

"What, in that case, should you call counting?
You haven't come out where you are, I think, to please ME." "Oh," he insisted, "that too, you know, has been part of it.

I can't separate--it's all one; and that's perhaps why, as I say, I don't understand." But he was ready to declare again that this didn't in the least matter; all the more that, as he affirmed, he HADn't really as yet "come out." "She gives me after all, on its coming to the pinch, a last mercy, another chance.