But I'm glad I don't."

But I'm glad I don't."
"You oughtn't to make me say too much.
She shook her head in beautiful grave deprecation.
"You conceive it a real escape then not to care for him?"
That's Aunt Maud's security, though she doesn't yet fully recognise it—besides being Milly's own."
Milly's own state of mind, however," she went on, "is lucky.
What they think of their enemies, goodness knows, is bad enough; but I'm still more struck with what they think of their friends.
"Yes," said Kate—"that's the way people are.
"Takes him to her heart and yet thinks he cheats?"
Densher gave it his wonder.
Not really."
But I mean Aunt Maud.
"Yes—Milly either.
"That Milly doesn't?"
"The beauty is that she doesn't trust him."
Kate seemed interested in the question, but "Oh he takes them easily," she answered.
"If that interest—Mrs. Lowder's—takes the form of Lord Mark, hasn't he rather to look out for the forms *he* takes?"
"With her own interest in you," Densher said while she reflected.
"With his interest in me?"
How does your aunt reconcile his interest in her—?"