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She hadnât taken his hand, but she moved with him to the door. âThatâs cheerful,â he laughed, âfor your benefactor!â
âWhatâs cheerful for me,â she replied, âis that we might, you and I, have been friends. Thatâs itâ âthatâs it. You see how, as I say, I want everything. Iâve wanted you too.â
âAh but youâve had me!â he declared, at the door, with an emphasis that made an end.
IIIHis purpose had been to see Chad the next day, and he had prefigured seeing him by an early call; having in general never stood on ceremony in respect to visits at the Boulevard Malesherbes. It had been more often natural for him to go there than for Chad to come to the small hotel, the attractions of which were scant; yet it nevertheless, just now, at the eleventh hour, did suggest itself to Strether to begin by giving the young man a chance. It struck him that, in the inevitable course, Chad would be âround,â as Waymarsh used to sayâ âWaymarsh who already, somehow, seemed long ago. He hadnât come the day before, because it had been arranged between them that Madame de Vionnet should see their friend first; but now that this passage had taken place he would present himself, and their friend wouldnât have long to wait. Strether assumed, he became aware, on this reasoning, that the interesting parties to the arrangement would have met betimes, and that the more interesting of the twoâ âas she was after allâ âwould have communicated to the other the issue of her appeal. Chad would know without delay that his motherâs messenger had been with her, and, though it was perhaps not quite easy to see how she could qualify what had occurred, he would at least have been sufficiently advised to feel he could go on. The day, however, brought, early or late, no word from him, and Strether felt, as a result of this, that a change had practically come over their intercourse. It was perhaps a premature judgement; or it only meant perhapsâ âhow could he tell?â âthat the wonderful pair he protected had taken up again together the excursion he had accidentally checked. They might have gone back to the country, and gone back but with a long breath drawn; that indeed would best mark Chadâs sense that reprobation hadnât rewarded Madame de Vionnetâs request for an interview. At the end of the twenty-four hours, at the end of the forty-eight, there was still no overture; so that Strether filled up the time, as he had so often filled it before, by going to see Miss Gostrey.
He proposed amusements to her; he felt expert now in proposing amusements; and he had thus, for several days, an odd sense of leading her about Paris, of driving her in the Bois, of showing her the penny steamboatsâ âthose from which the breeze of the Seine was to be best enjoyedâ âthat might have belonged to a kindly uncle doing the honours of the capital to an intelligent niece from the country. He found means even to take her to shops she didnât know, or that she pretended she didnât; while she, on her side, was, like the country maiden, all passive modest and gratefulâ âgoing in fact so far as to emulate rusticity in occasional fatigues and bewilderments. Strether described these vague proceedings to himself, described them even to her, as a happy interlude; the sign of which was that the companions said for the time no further word about the matter they had talked of to satiety. He proclaimed satiety at the outset, and she quickly took the hint; as docile both in this and in everything else as the intelligent obedient niece. He told her as yet nothing of his late adventureâ âfor as an adventure it now ranked with him; he pushed the whole business temporarily aside and found his interest in the fact of her beautiful assent. She left questions unaskedâ âshe who for so long had been all questions; she gave herself up to him with an understanding of which mere mute gentleness might have seemed the sufficient expression. She knew his sense of his situation had taken still another stepâ âof that he was quite aware; but she conveyed that, whatever had thus happened for him, it was thrown into the shade by what was happening for herself. Thisâ âthough it mightnât to a detached spirit have seemed muchâ âwas the major interest, and she met it with a new directness of response, measuring it from hour to hour with her grave hush of acceptance. Touched as he had so often been by her before, he was, for his part too, touched afresh; all the more that though he could be duly aware of the principle of his own mood he couldnât be equally so of the principle of hers. He knew, that is, in a mannerâ âknew roughly and resignedlyâ âwhat he himself was hatching; whereas he had to take the chance of what he called to himself Mariaâs calculations. It was all he needed that she liked him enough for what they were doing, and even should they do a good deal more would still like him enough for that; the essential freshness of a relation so simple was a cool bath to the soreness produced by other relations. These others appeared to him now horribly complex; they bristled with fine points, points all unimaginable beforehand, points that pricked and drew blood; a fact that gave to an hour with his present friend on a bateau-mouche, or in the afternoon shade of the Champs ĂlysĂ©es, something of the innocent pleasure of handling rounded ivory. His relation with Chad personallyâ âfrom the moment he had got his point of viewâ âhad been of the simplest; yet this also struck him as bristling, after a third and a fourth blank day had passed. It was as if at last however his care for such indications
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