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Updated: June 8, 2025
Stringham's little life had often been visited by shy conceits secret dreams that had fluttered their hour between its narrow walls without, for any great part, so much as mustering courage to look out of its rather dim windows.
Mrs. Stringham's tone in these last words gave so fully her meaning that Mrs. Lowder could but show herself as taking it in. They sat a moment longer confronted on it. "Her having what she does want?" "If it will do anything for her." Mrs. Lowder seemed to think what it might do; but she spoke for the instant of something else. "It does provoke me a bit, you know for of course I'm a brute.
Two or three others had preceded this; incidents, indeed rather lively marks, of their last fortnight at home, and one of which had determined on Mrs. Stringham's part a rush to New York, forty-eight breathless hours there, previous to her final rally.
Densher felt, with this, that his companion had indeed perceptive flights he couldn't hope to match had for instance another when she still subjoined: "And Mrs. Stringham's appearing to respond just in order to make that impression." "Well," Densher dropped with some humour, "life's very interesting!
As, accordingly, he was not on any presumption destined to meet Sir Luke about the town, where the latter would have neither time nor taste to lounge, nothing more would occur between them unless the great man should surprisingly wait upon him. His doing that, Densher further reflected, wouldn't even simply depend on Mrs. Stringham's having decided to as they might say turn him on.
I wanted you to take it from me that I should perhaps be able to look after you well, rather better. Rather better, of course, than certain other persons in particular." "Precisely than Mrs. Lowder, than Miss Croy, even than Mrs. Stringham." "Oh Mrs. Stringham's all right!" Lord Mark promptly amended.
Kate's predicament in the matter was, after all, very much Mrs. Stringham's own, and Susan Shepherd herself indeed, in our Maeterlinck picture, might well have hovered in the gloaming by the moat.
Stringham's nose or with her hope that he would allow to London the honour of discovery. He didn't mean that Miss Theale was funny though she was weird, and this was precisely her magic; but it might very well be that New York, in having her to show, hadn't been aware of its luck.
Stringham's typical organism this lady striking him as before all things excited, as, in the native phrase, keyed-up, to a perception of more elements in the occasion than he was himself able to count.
We've not really done for you the least thing worth speaking of nothing you mightn't easily have had in some other way. Therefore you're under no obligation. You won't want us next year; we shall only continue to want you. But that's no reason for you, and you mustn't pay too dreadfully for poor Mrs. Stringham's having let you in.
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