"And if you don"t get him you don"t get her?"
It might be merciless, but he continued not to flinch. "I think it might have some effect on our personal understanding. Chad"s of real importance--or can easily become so if he will--to the business."
"And the business is of real importance to his mother"s husband?"
"Well, I naturally want what my future wife wants. And the thing will be much better if we have our own man in it."
"If you have your own man in it, in other words," Waymarsh said, "you"ll marry--you personally--more money. She"s already rich, as I understand you, but she"ll be richer still if the business can be made to boom on certain lines that you"ve laid down."
"I haven"t laid them down," Strether promptly returned. "Mr.
Newsome--who knew extraordinarily well what he was about--laid them down ten years ago."
Oh well, Waymarsh seemed to indicate with a shake of his mane, THAT didn"t matter! "You"re fierce for the boom anyway."
His friend weighed a moment in silence the justice of the charge. "I can scarcely be called fierce, I think, when I so freely take my chance of the possibility, the danger, of being influenced in a sense counter to Mrs. Newsome"s own feelings."
Waymarsh gave this proposition a long hard look. "I see. You"re afraid yourself of being squared. But you"re a humbug," he added, "all the same."
"Oh!" Strether quickly protested.
"Yes, you ask me for protection--which makes you very interesting; and then you won"t take it. You say you want to be squashed--"
"Ah but not so easily! Don"t you see," Strether demanded "where my interest, as already shown you, lies? It lies in my not being squared.
If I"m squared where"s my marriage? If I miss my errand I miss that; and if I miss that I miss everything--I"m nowhere."
Waymarsh--but all relentlessly--took this in. "What do I care where you are if you"re spoiled?"
Their eyes met on it an instant. "Thank you awfully," Strether at last said. "But don"t you think HER judgement of that--?"
"Ought to content me? No."
It kept them again face to face, and the end of this was that Strether again laughed. "You do her injustice. You really MUST know her.
Good-night."
He breakfasted with Mr. Bilham on the morrow, and, as inconsequently befell, with Waymarsh ma.s.sively of the party. The latter announced, at the eleventh hour and much to his friend"s surprise, that, d.a.m.n it, he would as soon join him as do anything else; on which they proceeded together, strolling in a state of detachment practically luxurious for them to the Boulevard Malesherbes, a couple engaged that day with the sharp spell of Paris as confessedly, it might have been seen, as any couple among the daily thousands so compromised. They walked, wandered, wondered and, a little, lost themselves; Strether hadn"t had for years so rich a consciousness of time--a bag of gold into which he constantly dipped for a handful. It was present to him that when the little business with Mr. Bilham should be over he would still have shining hours to use absolutely as he liked. There was no great pulse of haste yet in this process of saving Chad; nor was that effect a bit more marked as he sat, half an hour later, with his legs under Chad"s mahogany, with Mr. Bilham on one side, with a friend of Mr. Bilham"s on the other, with Waymarsh stupendously opposite, and with the great hum of Paris coming up in softness, vagueness-for Strether himself indeed already positive sweetness--through the sunny windows toward which, the day before, his curiosity had raised its wings from below. The feeling strongest with him at that moment had borne fruit almost faster than he could taste it, and Strether literally felt at the present hour that there was a precipitation in his fate. He had known nothing and n.o.body as he stood in the street; but hadn"t his view now taken a bound in the direction of every one and of every thing?
"What"s he up to, what"s he up to?"--something like that was at the back of his head all the while in respect to little Bilham; but meanwhile, till he should make out, every one and every thing were as good as represented for him by the combination of his host and the lady on his left. The lady on his left, the lady thus promptly and ingeniously invited to "meet" Mr. Strether and Mr. Waymarsh--it was the way she herself expressed her case--was a very marked person, a person who had much to do with our friend"s asking himself if the occasion weren"t in its essence the most baited, the most gilded of traps.
Baited it could properly be called when the repast was of so wise a savour, and gilded surrounding objects seemed inevitably to need to be when Miss Barrace--which was the lady"s name--looked at them with convex Parisian eyes and through a gla.s.s with a remarkably long tortoise-sh.e.l.l handle. Why Miss Barrace, mature meagre erect and eminently gay, highly adorned, perfectly familiar, freely contradictions and reminding him of some last-century portrait of a clever head without powder--why Miss Barrace should have been in particular the note of a "trap" Strether couldn"t on the spot have explained; he blinked in the light of a conviction that he should know later on, and know well--as it came over him, for that matter, with force, that he should need to. He wondered what he was to think exactly of either of his new friends; since the young man, Chad"s intimate and deputy, had, in thus const.i.tuting the scene, practised so much more subtly than he had been prepared for, and since in especial Miss Barrace, surrounded clearly by every consideration, hadn"t scrupled to figure as a familiar object. It was interesting to him to feel that he was in the presence of new measures, other standards, a different scale of relations, and that evidently here were a happy pair who didn"t think of things at all as he and Waymarsh thought. Nothing was less to have been calculated in the business than that it should now be for him as if he and Waymarsh were comparatively quite at one.
The latter was magnificent--this at least was an a.s.surance privately given him by Miss Barrace. "Oh your friend"s a type, the grand old American--what shall one call it? The Hebrew prophet, Ezekiel, Jeremiah, who used when I was a little girl in the Rue Montaigne to come to see my father and who was usually the American Minister to the Tuileries or some other court. I haven"t seen one these ever so many years; the sight of it warms my poor old chilled heart; this specimen is wonderful; in the right quarter, you know, he"ll have a succes fou."
Strether hadn"t failed to ask what the right quarter might be, much as he required his presence of mind to meet such a change in their scheme.
"Oh the artist-quarter and that kind of thing; HERE already, for instance, as you see." He had been on the point of echoing ""Here"?--is THIS the artist-quarter?" but she had already disposed of the question with a wave of all her tortoise-sh.e.l.l and an easy "Bring him to ME!" He knew on the spot how little he should be able to bring him, for the very air was by this time, to his sense, thick and hot with poor Waymarsh"s judgement of it. He was in the trap still more than his companion and, unlike his companion, not making the best of it; which was precisely what doubtless gave him his admirable sombre glow. Little did Miss Barrace know that what was behind it was his grave estimate of her own laxity. The general a.s.sumption with which our two friends had arrived had been that of finding Mr. Bilham ready to conduct them to one or other of those resorts of the earnest, the aesthetic fraternity which were shown among the sights of Paris. In this character it would have justified them in a proper insistence on discharging their score. Waymarsh"s only proviso at the last had been that n.o.body should pay for him; but he found himself, as the occasion developed, paid for on a scale as to which Strether privately made out that he already nursed retribution. Strether was conscious across the table of what worked in him, conscious when they pa.s.sed back to the small salon to which, the previous evening, he himself had made so rich a reference; conscious most of all as they stepped out to the balcony in which one would have had to be an ogre not to recognise the perfect place for easy aftertastes. These things were enhanced for Miss Barrace by a succession of excellent cigarettes--acknowledged, acclaimed, as a part of the wonderful supply left behind him by Chad--in an almost equal absorption of which Strether found himself blindly, almost wildly pushing forward. He might perish by the sword as well as by famine, and he knew that his having abetted the lady by an excess that was rare with him would count for little in the sum--as Waymarsh might so easily add it up--of her licence. Waymarsh had smoked of old, smoked hugely; but Waymarsh did nothing now, and that gave him his advantage over people who took things up lightly just when others had laid them heavily down. Strether had never smoked, and he felt as if he flaunted at his friend that this had been only because of a reason. The reason, it now began to appear even to himself, was that he had never had a lady to smoke with.
It was this lady"s being there at all, however, that was the strange free thing; perhaps, since she WAS there, her smoking was the least of her freedoms. 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 wondered what they meant, but there were things he scarce thought they could be supposed to mean, and "Oh no--not THAT!" was at the end of most of his ventures. This was the very beginning with him of a condition as to which, later on, it will be seen, he found cause to pull himself up; and he was to remember the moment duly as the first step in a process. The central fact of the place was neither more nor less, when a.n.a.lysed--and a pressure superficial sufficed--than the fundamental impropriety of Chad"s situation, round about which they thus seemed cynically cl.u.s.tered. Accordingly, since they took it for granted, they took for granted all that was in connexion with it taken for granted at Woollett--matters as to which, verily, he had been reduced with Mrs. Newsome to the last intensity of silence. That was the consequence of their being too bad to be talked about, and was the accompaniment, by the same token, of a deep conception of their badness. It befell therefore that when poor Strether put it to himself that their badness was ultimately, or perhaps even insolently, what such a scene as the one before him was, so to speak, built upon, he could scarce shirk the dilemma of reading a roundabout echo of them into almost anything that came up. This, he was well aware, was a dreadful necessity; but such was the stern logic, he could only gather, of a relation to the irregular life.
It was the way the irregular life sat upon Bilham and Miss Barrace that was the insidious, the delicate marvel. He was eager to concede that their relation to it was all indirect, for anything else in him would have shown the grossness of bad manners; but the indirectness was none the less consonant--THAT was striking-with a grateful enjoyment of everything that was Chad"s. They spoke of him repeatedly, invoking his good name and good nature, and the worst confusion of mind for Strether was that all their mention of him was of a kind to do him honour. They commended his munificence and approved his taste, and in doing so sat down, as it seemed to Strether, in the very soil out of which these things flowered. Our friend"s final predicament was that he himself was sitting down, for the time, WITH them, and there was a supreme moment at which, compared with his collapse, Waymarsh"s erectness affected him as really high. One thing was certain--he saw he must make up his mind. He must approach Chad, must wait for him, deal with him, master him, but he mustn"t dispossess himself of the faculty of seeing things as they were. He must bring him to HIM--not go himself, as it were, so much of the way. He must at any rate be clearer as to what--should he continue to do that for convenience--he was still condoning. It was on the detail of this quant.i.ty--and what could the fact be but mystifying?-that Bilham and Miss Barrace threw so little light. So there they were.
II
When Miss Gostrey arrived, at the end of a week, she made him a sign; he went immediately to see her, and it wasn"t till then that he could again close his grasp on the idea of a corrective. This idea however was luckily all before him again from the moment he crossed the threshold of the little entresol of the Quartier Marboeuf into which she had gathered, as she said, picking them up in a thousand flights and funny little pa.s.sionate pounces, the makings of a final nest. He recognised in an instant that there really, there only, he should find the boon with the vision of which he had first mounted Chad"s stairs.
He might have been a little scared at the picture of how much more, in this place, he should know himself "in" hadn"t his friend been on the spot to measure the amount to his appet.i.te. Her compact and crowded little chambers, almost dusky, as they at first struck him, with acc.u.mulations, represented a supreme general adjustment to opportunities and conditions. Wherever he looked he saw an old ivory or an old brocade, and he scarce knew where to sit for fear of a misappliance. The life of the occupant struck him of a sudden as more charged with possession even than Chad"s or than Miss Barrace"s; wide as his glimpse had lately become of the empire of "things," what was before him still enlarged it; the l.u.s.t of the eyes and the pride of life had indeed thus their temple. It was the innermost nook of the shrine--as brown as a pirate"s cave. In the brownness were glints of gold; patches of purple were in the gloom; objects all that caught, through the muslin, with their high rarity, the light of the low windows. Nothing was clear about them but that they were precious, and they brushed his ignorance with their contempt as a flower, in a liberty taken with him, might have been whisked under his nose. But after a full look at his hostess he knew none the less what most concerned him. The circle in which they stood together was warm with life, and every question between them would live there as nowhere else.
A question came up as soon as they had spoken, for his answer, with a laugh, was quickly: "Well, they"ve got hold of me!" Much of their talk on this first occasion was his development of that truth. He was extraordinarily glad to see her, expressing to her frankly what she most showed him, that one might live for years without a blessing unsuspected, but that to know it at last for no more than three days was to need it or miss it for ever. She was the blessing that had now become his need, and what could prove it better than that without her he had lost himself?
"What do you mean?" she asked with an absence of alarm that, correcting him as if he had mistaken the "period" of one of her pieces, gave him afresh a sense of her easy movement through the maze he had but begun to tread. "What in the name of all the Poc.o.c.ks have you managed to do?"
"Why exactly the wrong thing. I"ve made a frantic friend of little Bilham."
"Ah that sort of thing was of the essence of your case and to have been allowed for from the first." And it was only after this that, quite as a minor matter, she asked who in the world little Bilham might be. When she learned that he was a friend of Chad"s and living for the time in Chad"s rooms in Chad"s absence, quite as if acting in Chad"s spirit and serving Chad"s cause, she showed, however, more interest. "Should you mind my seeing him? Only once, you know," she added.
"Oh the oftener the better: he"s amusing--he"s original."
"He doesn"t shock you?" Miss Gostrey threw out.
"Never in the world! We escape that with a perfection--! I feel it to be largely, no doubt, because I don"t half-understand him; but our modus vivendi isn"t spoiled even by that. You must dine with me to meet him," Strether went on. "Then you"ll see."
"Are you giving dinners?"
"Yes--there I am. That"s what I mean."
All her kindness wondered. "That you"re spending too much money?"
"Dear no--they seem to cost so little. But that I do it to THEM. I ought to hold off."
She thought again--she laughed. "The money you must be spending to think it cheap! But I must be out of it--to the naked eye."
He looked for a moment as if she were really failing him. "Then you won"t meet them?" It was almost as if she had developed an unexpected personal prudence.
She hesitated. "Who are they--first?"
"Why little Bilham to begin with." He kept back for the moment Miss Barrace. "And Chad--when he comes--you must absolutely see."
"When then does he come?"
"When Bilham has had time to write him, and hear from him about me.
Bilham, however," he pursued, "will report favourably--favourably for Chad. That will make him not afraid to come. I want you the more therefore, you see, for my bluff."
"Oh you"ll do yourself for your bluff." She was perfectly easy. "At the rate you"ve gone I"m quiet."
"Ah but I haven"t," said Strether, "made one protest."
She turned it over. "Haven"t you been seeing what there"s to protest about?"
He let her, with this, however ruefully, have the whole truth. "I haven"t yet found a single thing."
"Isn"t there any one WITH him then?"