"But with your wonderful impressions you'll have got a great deal."
"A great deal"—he agreed.
"But nothing like YOU.
It's you who would make me wrong!"
Honest and fine, she couldn't greatly pretend she didn't see it. Still she could pretend just a little.
"But why should you be so dreadfully right?"
"That's the way that—if I must go—you yourself would be the first to want me.
And I can't do anything else."
So then she had to take it, though still with her defeated protest.
"It isn't so much your BEING 'right'—it's your horrible sharp eye for what makes you so."
"Oh but you're just as bad yourself.
You can't resist me when I point that out."
She sighed it at last all comically, all tragically, away.
"I can't indeed resist you."
"Then there we are!" said Strether.