Women don't know if it's agreeable or not."

Women don't know if it's agreeable or not."
"If you mean not for you," Kate returned, "you may have reasons—and men don't count.
"Not surely for every one."
"Oh but it is!"
"Ah but if the effect," said Densher with conscious superficiality, "isn't agreeable—?"
He has somehow an effect without his being in any traceable way a cause."
I don't know at least," she said, "what else to call it when a man's able to make himself without effort, without violence, without machinery of any sort, so intensely felt.
"Universal.
"Political?"
She balanced indeed so that one would scarce have known what to expect; but she came out in time with a very sufficient "Yes!"
Kate, as if for a more final opinion than had yet been asked of her, took a moment to think.
"In Lord Mark's genius?"
"And do you believe in that?"
*The* thing's his genius."
Besides, he's grand enough, with a duke in his family and at the other end of the string.
But she's not a bit sordid; she only counts with the sordidness of others.
"It isn't Lord Mark's grandeur," she went on without heeding this; "because perhaps in the line of that alone—as he has no money—more could be done.
"Oh, oh!" said Densher; and his doubt was not all derisive.
He's the best moreover we can get."
That's undeniably something.