"An i***t of idiots." For a moment, on it all, on the stupid doom in it, they looked at each other. "Yet he's thought so awfully clever."
"So awfully—it's Maud Lowder's own view. And he was nice, in London," said Mrs. Stringham, "to me. One could almost pity him—he has had such a good conscience."
"That's exactly the inevitable ass."
"Yes, but it wasn't—I could see from the only few things she first told me—that he meant her the least harm. He intended none whatever."
"That's always the a*s at his worst," Densher returned. "He only of course meant harm to me."
"And good to himself—he thought that would come. He had been unable to swallow," Mrs. Stringham pursued, "what had happened on his other visit. He had been then too sharply humiliated."
"Oh I saw that."
"Yes, and he also saw y
