And I can't do anything else." So then she had to take it, though still with her defeated protest.

"It isn't so much your BEING 'right'-- it's your horrible sharp eye for what makes you so." "Oh but you're just as bad yourself.

You can't resist me when I point that out." She sighed it at last all comically, all tragically, away.

"I can't indeed resist you." "Then there we are!" said Strether..