She has only to know what you've done to him never again to raise a finger." "I've done," said Strether, "what I could--one can't do more.

He protests his devotion and his horror.

But I'm not sure I've saved him.
He protests too much.

He asks how one can dream of his being tired.
But he has all life before him." Maria saw what he meant.

"He's formed to please." "And it's our friend who has formed him." Strether felt in it the strange irony.
"So it's scarcely his fault!" "It's at any rate his danger.