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It was strange to him, in the matter of Milly, that Lancaster Gate could make him any surer; yet what in the world, in the matter of Milly, wasn't strange? Nothing was so much so as his own behaviour his present as well as his past. He could but do as he must. "Has Sir Luke Strett," he asked, "gone back to her?" "I believe he's there now." "Then," said Densher, "it's the end."
He had not seen the name in years what on earth could Duncan Vyse have to say? He ran over the page and dropped it with a wondering exclamation, which the watchful Strett, re-entering, met by a tentative "Yes, sir?" "Nothing. Yes that is " Betton picked up the note. "There's a gentleman, a Mr. Vyse, coming to see me at ten." Strett glanced at the clock. "Yes, sir.
We should have known, walking by his side, that his final prime decision hadn't been to call at the door of Sir Luke Strett, and yet that this step, though subordinate, was none the less urgent.
"She's after them it's the same thing. I think I'm free to say it now she sees Sir Luke Strett." It made him quickly wince. "Ah fifty thousand knives!" Then after an instant: "One seems to guess." Yes, but she waved it away. "Don't guess. Only do as I tell you." For a moment now, in silence, he took it all in, might have had it before him. "What you want of me then is to make up to a sick girl."
"Oh!" he simply moaned into the gloom. The near Thursday, coming nearer and bringing Sir Luke Strett, brought also blessedly an abatement of other rigours.
In accordance with which it was presently settled between them that Milly should have the aid and comfort of her presence for a visit to Sir Luke Strett. Kate had needed a minute for enlightenment, and it was quite grand for her comrade that this name should have said nothing to her. To Milly herself it had for some days been secretly saying much.
If he could in this connexion have felt jealous of Sir Luke Strett, whose strong face and type, less assimilated by the scene perhaps than any others, he was anon to study from the other side of the saloon, that would doubtless have been most amusing of all.
"I don't," he said with a sad headshake, "go there now." "Oh!" Sir Luke Strett returned, and made no more of it; so that the thing was splendid, Densher fairly thought, as an inscrutability quite inevitable and unconscious. His friend appeared not even to make of it that he supposed it might be for respect to the crisis.
She had, the poor girl, at all events, on the spot, five minutes of exaltation in which she turned the tables on her friend with a pass of the hand, a gesture of an energy that made a wind in the air. "Kate knew," she asked, "that you were full of Sir Luke Strett?" "She spoke of nothing, but she was gentle and nice; she seemed to want to help me through."
It was visible further to Susan Shepherd as well as being ground for a second report to her old friend that Milly did her part for a working view of the general case, inasmuch as she mentioned frankly and promptly that she meant to go and say good-bye to Sir Luke Strett and thank him. She even specified what she was to thank him for, his having been so easy about her behaviour.
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