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