You're a very attractive man, Strether.

You've seen for yourself," said Waymarsh "what that lady downstairs makes of it.

Unless indeed," he rambled on with an effect between the ironic and the anxious, "it's you who are after HER.

IS Mrs.Newsome OVER here ?" He spoke as with a droll dread of her.
It made his friend--though rather dimly--smile.

"Dear no she's safe, thank goodness--as I think I more and more feel--at home.