She balanced indeed so that one would scarce have known what to expect; but she came out in time with a very sufficient "Yes!"

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.
"Scarcely; save in the sense of being uncle to a duke.
Does she suppose him of ducal value?"
I mean that your friend there isn't really anything.
"And Aunt Maud—why shouldn't *she* know?
Well, it had all risen for Densher to a considerable interest.
She doesn't resemble me," said Kate, "who at least know what I lose."
"Precisely.
That," Densher laughed, "is her reason for liking *me*."
"I see.