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"She has brought him up for her daughter." Their eyes, as so often, in candid conference, through their settled glasses, met over it long; after which Strether's again took in the whole place. They were quite alone there now. "Mustn't she rather in the time then have rushed it?" "Ah she won't of course have lost an hour. But that's just the good mother the good French one.
What it expressed at midnight in the gas-glaring bedroom at Chester was that the subject of it had, at the end of years, barely escaped, by flight in time, a general nervous collapse. But this very proof of the full life, as the full life was understood at Milrose, would have made to Strether's imagination an element in which Waymarsh could have floated easily had he only consented to float.
Their talk had accordingly not lasted three minutes without Strether's feeling basis enough for the excitement in which he had waited. This overflow fairly deepened, wastefully abounded, as he observed the smallness of anything corresponding to it on the part of his friend.
"If you talk of torments you don't diminish mine!" he then broke out. The next moment he was on his feet with a question. "He ought to marry whom?" Little Bilham rose more slowly. "Well, some one he CAN some thoroughly nice girl." Strether's eyes, as they stood together, turned again to Jeanne. "Do you mean HER?" His friend made a sudden strange face. "After being in love with her mother? No."
Jim pursued as he looked about him, giving the question, as Strether felt, but half his care "do you know what they are? They're about as intense as they can live." "Yes" and Strether's concurrence had a positive precipitation; "they're about as intense as they can live."
Strether felt an uneasiness at the direction taken by his companion's insight, but he played a little at uncertainty. "Behind my coming out?" "Behind your prostration or whatever. It's generally felt, you know, that she follows you up pretty close." Strether's candour was never very far off. "Oh it has occurred to you that I'm literally running away from Mrs. Newsome?"
He had no recollection of Miss Gostrey, and two or three questions that she put to him about those members of his circle had, to Strether's observation, the same effect he himself had already more directly felt the effect of appearing to place all knowledge, for the time, on this original woman's side.
"It's when she sees for herself what he is that she'll want to marry him most." Strether's attitude, that of due deference to what she said, permitted him to attend for a minute to his luncheon. "I doubt if that will come off. It won't be easy to make it." "It will be easy if he remains there and he'll remain for the money. The money appears to be, as a probability, so hideously much."
Strether's reading of such matters was, it must be owned, confused; but he wondered if her attitude were some congruous fruit of absolution, of "indulgence." He knew but dimly what indulgence, in such a place, might mean; yet he had, as with a soft sweep, a vision of how it might indeed add to the zest of active rites.
For suppose him to begin sharing the knowledge that he alone possesses, as the author and inventor of Strether; suppose that instead of representing only the momentary appearance of Strether's thought he begins to expound its substance: he must at once give us the whole of it, must let us into every secret without delay, or his exposition is plainly misleading.
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