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Newsome hears. Hasn't she heard everything?" "Practically yes." He had thought a moment, but he went on. "You wish Madame de Vionnet could hear me?" "Madame de Vionnet." She had come back to him. "She thinks just the contrary of what you say. That you distinctly judge her." He turned over the scene as the two women thus placed together for him seemed to give it. "She might have known !"
It was nothing new to him, however, as we know, that a man might have at all events such a man as he an amount of experience out of any proportion to his adventures; so that, though it was doubtless no great adventure to sit on there with Miss Gostrey and hear about Madame de Vionnet, the hour, the picture, the immediate, the recent, the possible as well as the communication itself, not a note of which failed to reverberate only gave the moments more of the taste of history.
He fortunately 'over here, as he says finds the world everywhere; and his most prodigious adventure of all," he went on, "has been of course of the last few days." Miss Gostrey, already knowing, instantly made the connexion. "He has seen Marie de Vionnet again?" "He went, all by himself, the day after Chad's party didn't I tell you? to tea with her. By her invitation all alone."
The chance that was most charming of all, the chance that drew from Madame de Vionnet her clearest, gayest "Comme cela se trouve!" was the announcement made to Strether after they were seated at table, the word given him by their hostess in respect to his carriage for the station, on which he might now count.
It might have been, for themselves to hear Madame de Vionnet almost unnaturally vague, a detail left to be fixed; though Strether indeed was afterwards to remember that Chad had promptly enough intervened to forestall this appearance, laughing at his companion's flightiness and making the point that he had after all, in spite of the bedazzlement of a day out with her, known what he was about.
"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.
But don't speak of your own exquisite daughter, you know, as if she weren't pure perfection. I at least won't take that from you. Mademoiselle de Vionnet," he explained, in considerable form, to Mrs. Pocock, "IS pure perfection. Mademoiselle de Vionnet IS exquisite." It had been perhaps a little portentous, but "Ah?" Sarah simply glittered.
"I haven't seen them yet, but Miss Gostrey has come. She's in the pavilion looking at objects. One can see SHE'S a collector," little Bilham added without offence. "Oh yes, she's a collector, and I knew she was to come. Is Madame de Vionnet a collector?" Strether went on. "Rather, I believe; almost celebrated." The young man met, on it, a little, his friend's eyes.
He was prepared to suffer before his own inner tribunal for Chad; he was prepared to suffer even for Madame de Vionnet. But he wasn't prepared to suffer for the little girl So now having said the proper thing, he wanted to get away. She held him an instant, however, with another appeal. "Do I seem to you very awful?" "Awful? Why so?"
It was still history for Strether that the Comte de Vionnet it being also history that the lady in question was a Countess should now, under Miss Gostrey's sharp touch, rise before him as a high distinguished polished impertinent reprobate, the product of a mysterious order; it was history, further, that the charming girl so freely sketched by his companion should have been married out of hand by a mother, another figure of striking outline, full of dark personal motive; it was perhaps history most of all that this company was, as a matter of course, governed by such considerations as put divorce out of the question.
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