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Little Bilham, in meditation, looked at him with a kindness almost paternal. "Don't you like it over here?" Strether laughed out for the tone was indeed droll; he let himself go. "What has that to do with it? The only thing I've any business to like is to feel that I'm moving him.
Strether had already been there three times first with Miss Gostrey, then with Chad, then with Chad again and with Waymarsh and little Bilham, all of whom he had himself sagaciously entertained; and his pleasure was deep now on learning that Madame de Vionnet hadn't yet been initiated.
"What's he up to, what's he up to?" something like that was at the back of his head all the while in respect to little Bilham; but meanwhile, till he should make out, every one and every thing were as good as represented for him by the combination of his host and the lady on his left. The lady on his left, the lady thus promptly and ingeniously invited to "meet" Mr. Strether and Mr.
They disappeared among the others and apparently into the house; whereupon our friend turned round to give out to little Bilham the conviction of which he was full. But there was no little Bilham any more; little Bilham had within the few moments, for reasons of his own, proceeded further: a circumstance by which, in its order, Strether was also sensibly affected.
Mamie doesn't want him, and he doesn't want Mamie: so much as that these days have made clear. It's a thread we can wind up and tuck in." But little Bilham still questioned. "YOU can since you seem so much to want to. But why should I?" Poor Strether thought it over, but was obliged of course to admit that his demonstration did superficially fail. "Seriously, there is no reason.
The meeting with little Bilham took place, by easy arrangement, in the great gallery of the Louvre; and when, standing with his fellow visitor before one of the splendid Titians the overwhelming portrait of the young man with the strangely-shaped glove and the blue-grey eyes he turned to see the third member of their party advance from the end of the waxed and gilded vista, he had a sense of having at last taken hold.
Little Bilham had an occupation, but it was only an occupation declined; and it was by his general exemption from alarm, anxiety or remorse on this score that the impression of his serenity was made.
Of course, however," Strether continued, "he can make sacrifices if he likes." Little Bilham had a pause. "Oh he's not keen for sacrifices; or thinks, that is, possibly, that he has made enough." "Well, it IS virtuous," his companion observed with some decision. "That's exactly," the young man dropped after a moment, "what I mean." It kept Strether himself silent a little.
"Ah, ah, ah!" and little Bilham fell back on his cushions. It reminded our friend of Miss Barrace, and he felt again the brush of his sense of moving in a maze of mystic closed allusions. Yet he kept hold of his thread. "Of course I understand really; only the general transformation makes me occasionally gasp.
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