"Why should I judge of him?" Densher asked.

"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.
This way?"
We must take great care of her.
And then for the others: "*My* fears would want calming.
That was for Densher, the latter could see, or think he saw.
"Oh!" said Lord Mark again—and again it was just as good.
I've been calming his fears."
I've just been reassuring Mr. Densher," she added—"who's as concerned as the rest of us.
To this he was aided by Kate, who produced a prompt: "Oh dear no; I think not.