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"Deil a fear deil a fear; I will bring him in to the barrace myself," said Norman, "assuredly." "You will do me a pleasure," replied Henry; "and that you may remember your promise, I will bestow on you this dirk. Look if you hold it truly, and can strike between the mail hood and the collar of your enemy, the surgeon will be needless."
Why Miss Barrace, mature meagre erect and eminently gay, highly adorned, perfectly familiar, freely contradictions and reminding him of some last-century portrait of a clever head without powder why Miss Barrace should have been in particular the note of a "trap" Strether couldn't on the spot have explained; he blinked in the light of a conviction that he should know later on, and know well as it came over him, for that matter, with force, that he should need to.
The latter was magnificent this at least was an assurance privately given him by Miss Barrace. "Oh your friend's a type, the grand old American what shall one call it? The Hebrew prophet, Ezekiel, Jeremiah, who used when I was a little girl in the Rue Montaigne to come to see my father and who was usually the American Minister to the Tuileries or some other court.
"No, not a bit" Miss Barrace was prompt. "She makes nothing of him. She's bored. She won't help you with him." "Oh," Strether laughed, "she can't do everything. "Of course not wonderful as she is. Besides, he makes nothing of HER. She won't take him from me though she wouldn't, no doubt, having other affairs in hand, even if she could.
Little Bilham smiled. "Isn't that just what you must see about?" It had brought them, as she caught the last words, into relation with Miss Barrace, whom Strether had already observed as he had never before seen a lady at a party moving about alone. Coming within sound of them she had already spoken, and she took again, through her long-handled glass, all her amused and amusing possession.
"He wouldn't tell me of this affair only said he had an engagement; but with such a gloom, you must let me insist, as if it had been an engagement to be hanged. Then silently and secretly he turns up here with you. Do you call THAT 'lasting'?" "Oh I hope it's lasting!" Miss Barrace said. "But he only, at the best, bears with me. He doesn't understand not one little scrap. He's delightful.
"Well," Miss Barrace explained, "she's just brilliant, as we used to say. That's all. She's various. She's fifty women." "Ah but only one" Strether kept it clear "at a time." "Perhaps. But in fifty times !" "Oh we shan't come to that," our friend declared; and the next moment he had moved in another direction. "Will you answer me a plain question? Will she ever divorce?"
"And are their lives more precious," asked Albany, "than those of nobles and gentlemen who by your Grace's license are so frequently admitted to fight in barrace, either for the satisfying of disputes at law or simply to acquire honour?"
"Madame de Vionnet? Oh, oh, oh!" Miss Barrace cried in a wonderful crescendo. There was more in it, our friend made out, than met the ear. Was it after all a joke that he should be serious about anything? He envied Miss Barrace at any rate her power of not being.
He had passed no more crowded hour in Chad's society than the one just ended; he had talked with Miss Barrace, who had reproached him with not having come to see her, and he had above all hit on a happy thought for causing Waymarsh's tension to relax.
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