We're paralysed.

We exchange a long scared look, we publicly tremble.

The thing is, you see, we 'realise.' He has struck for freedom." She wondered but she laughed.

"Ah what a price to pay! And I was preparing some for him so cheap." "No, no," Strether went on, frankly amused now; "don't call it that: the kind of freedom you deal in is dear." Then as to justify himself: "Am I not in MY way trying it?
It's this." "Being here, you mean, with me ?" "Yes, and talking to you as I do.

I've known you a few hours, and I've known HIM all my life; so that if the ease I thus take with you about him isn't magnificent"-- and the thought of it held him a moment--"why it's rather base." "It's magnificent!" said Miss Gostrey to make an end of it.