The Ambassadors

Chapter 10

Waymarsh gave an inferential grunt. "Does he live there with a woman?"

"I don"t know."

Waymarsh waited an instant for more, then resumed. "Has he taken her off with him?"

"And will he bring her back?"--Strether fell into the enquiry. But he wound it up as before. "I don"t know."

The way he wound it up, accompanied as this was with another drop back, another degustation of the Leoville, another wipe of his moustache and another good word for Francois, seemed to produce in his companion a slight irritation. "Then what the devil DO you know?"

"Well," said Strether almost gaily, "I guess I don"t know anything!"

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."

"But I thought you said you found out nothing."

"Nothing but that--that I don"t know anything."

"And what good does that do you?"

"It"s just," said Strether, "what I"ve come to you to help me to discover. I mean anything about anything over here. I FELT that, up there. It regularly rose before me in its might. The young man moreover--Chad"s friend--as good as told me so."

"As good as told you you know nothing about anything?" Waymarsh appeared to look at some one who might have as good as told HIM. "How old is he?"

"Well, I guess not thirty."

"Yet you had to take that from him?"

"Oh I took a good deal more--since, as I tell you, I took an invitation to dejeuner."

"And are you GOING to that unholy meal?"

"If you"ll come with me. He wants you too, you know. I told him about you. He gave me his card," Strether pursued, "and his name"s rather funny. It"s John Little Bilham, and he says his two surnames are, on account of his being small, inevitably used together."

"Well," Waymarsh asked with due detachment from these details, "what"s he doing up there?"

"His account of himself is that he"s "only a little artist-man." That seemed to me perfectly to describe him. But he"s yet in the phase of study; this, you know, is the great art-school--to pa.s.s a certain number of years in which he came over. And he"s a great friend of Chad"s, and occupying Chad"s rooms just now because they"re so pleasant. HE"S very pleasant and curious too," Strether added--"though he"s not from Boston."

Waymarsh looked already rather sick of him. "Where is he from?"

Strether thought. "I don"t know that, either. But he"s "notoriously,"

as he put it himself, not from Boston."

"Well," Waymarsh moralised from dry depths, "every one can"t notoriously be from Boston. Why," he continued, "is he curious?"

"Perhaps just for THAT--for one thing! But really," Strether added, "for everything. When you meet him you"ll see."

"Oh I don"t want to meet him," Waymarsh impatiently growled. "Why don"t he go home?"

Strether hesitated. "Well, because he likes it over here."

This appeared in particular more than Waymarsh could bear. "He ought then to be ashamed of himself, and, as you admit that you think so too, why drag him in?"

Strether"s reply again took time. "Perhaps I do think so myself--though I don"t quite yet admit it. I"m not a bit sure--it"s again one of the things I want to find out. I liked him, and CAN you like people--? But no matter." He pulled himself up. "There"s no doubt I want you to come down on me and squash me."

Waymarsh helped himself to the next course, which, however proving not the dish he had just noted as supplied to the English ladies, had the effect of causing his imagination temporarily to wander. But it presently broke out at a softer spot. "Have they got a handsome place up there?"

"Oh a charming place; full of beautiful and valuable things. I never saw such a place"--and Strether"s thought went back to it. "For a little artist-man--!" He could in fact scarce express it.

But his companion, who appeared now to have a view, insisted. "Well?"

"Well, life can hold nothing better. Besides, they"re things of which he"s in charge."

"So that he does doorkeeper for your precious pair? Can life," Waymarsh enquired, "hold nothing better than THAT?" Then as Strether, silent, seemed even yet to wonder, "Doesn"t he know what SHE is?" he went on.

"I don"t know. I didn"t ask him. I couldn"t. It was impossible. You wouldn"t either. Besides I didn"t want to. No more would you."

Strether in short explained it at a stroke. "You can"t make out over here what people do know."

"Then what did you come over for?"

"Well, I suppose exactly to see for myself--without their aid."

"Then what do you want mine for?"

"Oh," Strether laughed, "you"re not one of THEM! I do know what you know."

As, however, this last a.s.sertion caused Waymarsh again to look at him hard--such being the latter"s doubt of its implications--he felt his justification lame. Which was still more the case when Waymarsh presently said: "Look here, Strether. Quit this."

Our friend smiled with a doubt of his own. "Do you mean my tone?"

"No--d.a.m.n your tone. I mean your nosing round. Quit the whole job.

Let them stew in their juice. You"re being used for a thing you ain"t fit for. People don"t take a fine-tooth comb to groom a horse."

"Am I a fine-tooth comb?" Strether laughed. "It"s something I never called myself!"

"It"s what you are, all the same. You ain"t so young as you were, but you"ve kept your teeth."

He acknowledged his friend"s humour. "Take care I don"t get them into YOU! You"d like them, my friends at home, Waymarsh," he declared; "you"d really particularly like them. And I know"--it was slightly irrelevant, but he gave it sudden and singular force--"I know they"d like you!"

"Oh don"t work them off on ME!" Waymarsh groaned.

Yet Strether still lingered with his hands in his pockets. "It"s really quite as indispensable as I say that Chad should be got back."

"Indispensable to whom? To you?"

"Yes," Strether presently said.

"Because if you get him you also get Mrs. Newsome?"

Strether faced it. "Yes."

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