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The latter felt it in the air it was immense how Waymarsh could mark things -that he had remained deeply dissociated from the overture to their hostess that we have recorded on Madame de Vionnet's side. He had, conspicuously, tact, besides a stiff general view; and this was why he had left Mrs. Pocock to struggle alone.
If Strether had been sure at each juncture of what with Bilham in especial she talked about, he might have traced others and winced at them and felt Waymarsh wince; but he was in fact so often at sea that his sense of the range of reference was merely general and that he on several different occasions guessed and interpreted only to doubt.
He had moments of quite seriously wondering whether Waymarsh wouldn't in fact, thanks to old friendship and a conceivable indulgence, make about as good terms for him as he might make for himself. They wouldn't be the same terms of course; but they might have the advantage that he himself probably should be able to make none at all.
"Waymarsh has been, 'unbeknown' to me, I'm convinced" for Miss Gostrey had enquired "in communication with Woollett: the consequence of which was, last night, the loudest possible call for me." "Do you mean a letter to bring you home?" "No a cable, which I have at this moment in my pocket: a 'Come back by the first ship."
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.
Waymarsh, who had had letters yesterday, had had them again to-day, and Waymarsh suggested in this particular no controlled impulses. The last one he was at all events likely to be observed to struggle with was clearly that of bringing to a premature close any visit to the Rue Scribe.
"Well, I promise you not again to leave you, but it will only be to follow you. You've got your momentum and can toddle alone." He intelligently accepted it. "Yes I suppose I can toddle. It's the sight of that in fact that has upset Waymarsh. He can bear it the way I strike him as going no longer. That's only the climax of his original feeling.
"It can't be a good American," Waymarsh lucidly enough replied; "for it didn't strike me the young man had developed much in THAT shape." "Ah," Miss Gostrey sighed, "the name of the good American is as easily given as taken away! What IS it, to begin with, to BE one, and what's the extraordinary hurry? Surely nothing that's so pressing was ever so little defined.
"Ah that, in Paris," she quickly returned, "proves nothing. That is rather it DISproves nothing. They may very well, you see, the people your mission is concerned with, have done it FOR him." "Exactly. And it was on the scene of their doings then that Waymarsh and I sat guzzling." "Oh if you forbore to guzzle here on scenes of doings," she replied, "you might easily die of starvation."
His gaiety might have been a tribute to the fact that the state he had been reduced to did for him again what had been done by his talk of the matter with Miss Gostrey at the London theatre. It was somehow enlarging; and the air of that amplitude was now doubtless more or less and all for Waymarsh to feel in his further response. "That's what I found out from the young man."
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