“ Oh the greatest we have—our prettiest brightest girl.”
Miss Gostrey seemed to fix the poor child. “I know what they can be. And with money?”
“ Not perhaps with a great deal of that—but with so much of everything else that we don’t miss it. We don’t miss money much, you know,” Strether added, “in general, in America, in pretty girls.”
“ No,” she conceded; “but I know also what you do sometimes miss. And do you,” she asked, “yourself admire her?”
It was a question, he indicated, that there might be several ways of taking; but he decided after an instant for the humorous. “Haven’t I sufficiently showed you how I admire any pretty girl?”
Her interest in his problem was by this time such that it scarce left her freedom, and she kept close to the facts. “I su
