"I mean for you." 

 "That's what I mean too," Kate smiled. "There he is. Now you can judge." 

 "Judge of what?" 

 "Judge of him." 

 "Why should I judge of him?" Densher asked. "I've nothing to do with him." 

 "Then why do you ask about him?" 

 "To judge of you—which is different." 

 Kate seemed for a little to look at the difference. "To take the measure, do you mean, of my danger?" 

 He hesitated; then he said: "I'm thinking, I dare say, of Miss Theale's. How does your aunt reconcile his interest in her—?" 

 "With his interest in me?" 

 "With her own interest in you," Densher said while she reflected. "If that interest—Mrs. Lowder's—takes the form of Lord Mark, hasn't he rather to look out for the forms he takes?" 

 Kate seemed interested in the question, but "Oh he takes them easily," she answered. "The beauty is that she doesn't trust him." 

 "That Milly doesn't?" 

 "Yes—Milly either. But I mean Aunt Maud. Not really." 

 Densher gave it his wonder. "Takes him to her heart and yet thinks he cheats?" 

 "Yes," said Kate—"that's the way people are. What they think of their enemies, goodness knows, is bad enough; but I'm still more struck with what they think of their friends. Milly's own state of mind, however," she went on, "is lucky. That's Aunt Maud's security, though she doesn't yet fully recognise it—besides being Milly's own." 

 "You conceive it a real escape then not to care for him?" 

 She shook her head in beautiful grave deprecation. "You oughtn't to make me say too much. But I'm glad I don't." 

 "Don't say too much?" 

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