"With his interest in me?"

"With his interest in me?"
How does your aunt reconcile his interest in her—?"
He hesitated; then he said: "I'm thinking, I dare say, of Miss Theale's.
"To take the measure, do you mean, of my danger?"
Kate seemed for a little to look at the difference.
"To judge of you—which is different."
"Then why do you ask about him?"
"I've nothing to do with him."
"Why should I judge of him?" Densher asked.
"Judge of him."
"Judge of what?"
Now you can judge."
"There he is.
"That's what I mean too," Kate smiled.
"I mean for *you*."
"Oh immensely."
"It's *he* who's your aunt's man?"
Densher was by this time quite ready for her.
What passed between them their observer lost, but she was presently with him again, Lord Mark joining the rest.
She went with him a few steps, and while Densher, hanging about, gave them frank attention, presently paused again for some further colloquy.