It wouldn't be possible." "Ah of course," sighed Strether, "I knew it.

I believe you're right.
No one in the world, I imagine, was ever so portentously solemn.

There I am," he added with another sigh, as if weary enough, on occasion, of this truth.

"I was made so." Chad appeared for a little to consider the way he was made; he might for this purpose have measured him up and down.

His conclusion favoured the fact.