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Strether had meanwhile on his own side cabled; he had but delayed that act till after his visit to Miss Gostrey, an interview by which, as so often before, he felt his sense of things cleared up and settled. His message to Mrs. Newsome, in answer to her own, had consisted of the words: "Judge best to take another month, but with full appreciation of all re-enforcements."
"That," he answered with no loss of promptness, "is what even Chad himself asked me last night. He asked me if I don't mind the loss well, the loss of an opulent future. Which moreover," he hastened to add, "was a perfectly natural question." "I call your attention, all the same," said Miss Gostrey, "to the fact that I don't ask it. What I venture to ask is whether it's to Mrs.
But what I mean is," Miss Gostrey amended, "do you also look after the business?" "Oh no, I don't touch the business." "Only everything else?" "Well, yes some things." "As for instance ?" Strether obligingly thought. "Well, the Review." "The Review? you have a Review?" "Certainly. Woollett has a Review which Mrs.
Mrs. Newsome was another, and Miss Gostrey had of a sudden shown signs of becoming a third. Beyond, behind them was the pale figure of his real youth, which held against its breast the two presences paler than itself the young wife he had early lost and the young son he had stupidly sacrificed.
Give HER a free hand, would be the moral, and the woman would soon be found. His impression of Miss Gostrey after her introduction to Chad was meanwhile an impression of a person almost unnaturally on her guard.
"I saw that," said Miss Gostrey, "that night at the Francais; it came out for me in three minutes. I saw HER or somebody like her. And so," she immediately added, "did you." "Oh no not anybody like her!" Strether laughed. "But you mean," he as promptly went on, "that she has had such an influence on him?" Miss Gostrey was on her feet; it was time for them to go.
"Might have known you don't?" Miss Gostrey asked as he let it drop. "She was sure of it at first," she pursued as he said nothing; "she took it for granted, at least, as any woman in her position would. But after that she changed her mind; she believed you believed " "Well?" he was curious. "Why in her sublimity.
There was a certitude he immediately grasped a conviction that Waymarsh would quite fail, as it were, and on whatever degree of acquaintances to profit by her. There had been after the first interchange among the three a talk of some five minutes in the hall, and then the two men had adjourned to the garden, Miss Gostrey for the time disappearing.
He read thus the simple designation "Maria Gostrey," to which was attached, in a corner of the card, with a number, the name of a street, presumably in Paris, without other appreciable identity than its foreignness.
She threw up her arms with a laugh. "I should call her excellent!" "Then why does he deny her?" Miss Gostrey thought a moment. "Because she's too good to admit! Don't you see," she went on, "how she accounts for him?" Strether clearly, more and more, did see; yet it made him also see other things. "But isn't what we want that he shall account for HER?" "Well, he does.
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