Look about you--look at the successes.

Would you BE one, on your honour?
Look, moreover," she continued, "at me." For a little accordingly their eyes met.

"I see," Strether returned.
"You too are out of it." "The superiority you discern in me," she concurred, "announces my futility.

If you knew," she sighed, "the dreams of my youth! But our realities are what has brought us together.

We're beaten brothers in arms." He smiled at her kindly enough, but he shook his head.