"I don't know what should make you think I'm tired of her." Strether didn't quite know either, and such impressions, for the imaginative mind, were always too fine, too floating, to produce on the spot their warrant.

There was none the less for him, in the very manner of his host's allusion to satiety as a thinkable motive, a slight breath of the ominous.

"I feel how much more she can do for you.

She hasn't done it all yet.

Stay with her at least till she has." "And leave her THEN ?" Chad had kept smiling, but its effect in Strether was a shade of dryness.