Densher took it all in. "But he isn't any comfort to you!"
"None whatever. That, however," she added, "isn't his fault. Nothing's any comfort."
"Certainly," Densher observed, "as I but too horribly feel, I'm not."
"No. But I didn't come for that."
"You came for me."
"Well then call it that." But she looked at him a moment with eyes filled full, and something came up in her the next instant from deeper still. "I came at bottom of course—"
"You came at bottom of course for our friend herself. But if it's, as you say, too late for me to do anything?"
She continued to look at him, and with an irritation, which he saw grow in her, from the truth itself. "So I did say. But, with you here"—and she turned her vision again strangely about her—"with you here, and with everything, I feel we mustn't abandon her."
"God forbid we should abandon her."
"Then you won't?" His tone had made her flush again.