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If Aunt Maud's so thick with him !" Aunt Maud now occupied in fact a place at his side and was visibly doing her best to entertain him, though this failed to prevent such a direction of his own eyes determined, in the way such things happen, precisely by the attention of the others as Densher became aware of and as Kate promptly marked. "He's looking at you. He wants to speak to you." "So Mrs.
He was yet not prepared to say that either was anything, and he would have been blank, Densher mentally noted, if the term could ever apply to members of a race in whom vacancy was but a nest of darknesses not a vain surface, but a place of withdrawal in which something obscure, something always ominous, indistinguishably lived.
Densher watched, decidedly, as he had never done before. "And the fact you speak of holds you!" "Of course, it holds me. It's a perpetual sound in my ears. It makes me ask myself if I've any right to personal happiness, any right to anything but to be as rich and overflowing, as smart and shining, as I can be made." Densher had a pause.
"He only of course meant harm to me." "And good to himself he thought that would come. He had been unable to swallow," Mrs. Stringham pursued, "what had happened on his other visit. He had been then too sharply humiliated." "Oh I saw that." "Yes, and he also saw you. He saw you received, as it were, while he was turned away." "Perfectly," Densher said "I've filled it out.
Her rigour was more to him, nevertheless, than all her readiness; for her readiness was the woman herself, and this other thing a mask, a stop-gap and a "dodge." She cast about, however, as happened, and not for the instant in vain. "Lady Wells is tired of waiting: she's coming see to us." Densher saw in fact, but there was a distance for their visitor to cross, and he still had time.
"Oh I!" said Densher almost with the gravity of a real protest. "You'll be the grand young man who surpasses the others and holds up his head and the wine-cup. What we hope," Mrs. Stringham pursued, "is that you'll be faithful to us that you've not come for a mere foolish few days."
It was to be his nearest approach to the utter reference they had hitherto so successfully avoided. If it stood for everything; never had a face had to stand for more. So Densher, held after the train had gone, sharply reflected; so he reflected, asking himself into what abyss it pushed him, even while conscious of retreating under the maintained observation of Eugenio.
"Well then," said Densher, "we shall have had our particular joy. But what I feel is," he candidly added, "that, by an idea of her own, her superior policy, she won't ask me. She'll let me off. I shan't have to lie to her." "It will be left all to me?" asked Kate. "All to you!" he tenderly laughed. But it was, oddly, the very next moment as if he had perhaps been a shade too candid.
Thus ingeniously discriminating, Densher continued slowly to wander; yet without keeping at bay for long the sense of having rounded his corner. He had so rounded it that he felt himself lose even the option of taking advantage of Milly's absence to retrace his steps.
It was for Densher, with his reaction from disappointment, as if he were conscious of ten things at once the foremost being that just conceivably, since Sir Luke was still there, she had been saved. Close upon its heels, however, and quite as sharply, came the sense that the crisis plainly even now to be prolonged for him was to have none of that sound simplicity.
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