Kate for a moment said nothing. "After all I never asked her; never,
when our troubles were at the worst, appealed to her nor went near her.
She fixed upon me herself, settled on me with her wonderful gilded
claws."
"You speak," Densher observed, "as if she were a vulture."
"Call it an eagle--with a gilded beak as well, and with wings for great
flights. If she's a thing of the air, in short--say at once a
balloon--I never myself got into her car. I was her choice."
It had really, her sketch of the affair, a high colour and a great
style; at all of which he gazed a minute as at a picture by a master.
"What she must see in you!"
"Wonders!" And, speaking it loud, she stood straight up. "Everything.
There it is."
Yes, there it was, and as she remained before him he continued to face
it. "So that what you mean is that I'm to do my part in somehow
squaring her?"
"See her, see her," Kate said with impatience.
"And grovel to her?"
"Ah, do what you like!" And she walked in her impatience away.