Chad had no delays. “Are you afraid of her?”
“Oh immensely. Don’t you see it?”
“Well,” said Chad, “she won’t do anything worse to you than make you like her.”
“It’s just of that I’m afraid.”
“Then it’s not fair to me.”
Strether cast about. “It’s fair to your mother.”
“Oh,” said Chad, “are you afraid of her?”
“Scarcely less. Or perhaps even more. But is this lady against your interests at home?” Strether went on.
“Not directly, no doubt; but she’s greatly in favour of them here.”
“And what—‘here’—does she consider them to be?”