It continued to be so by every touch from Madame de Vionnet. "Well, as I say, you know, I wish you would keep ME a little more to yourself.
Couldn"t you name some day for me, some hour--and better soon than late? I"ll be at home whenever it best suits you. There--I can"t say fairer."
Strether thought a moment while Waymarsh and Mrs. Poc.o.c.k affected him as standing attentive. "I did lately call on you. Last week--while Chad was out of town."
"Yes--and I was away, as it happened, too. You choose your moments well. But don"t wait for my next absence, for I shan"t make another,"
Madame de Vionnet declared, "while Mrs. Poc.o.c.k"s here."
"That vow needn"t keep you long, fortunately," Sarah observed with rea.s.serted suavity. "I shall be at present but a short time in Paris.
I have my plans for other countries. I meet a number of charming friends"--and her voice seemed to caress that description of these persons.
"Ah then," her visitor cheerfully replied, "all the more reason!
To-morrow, for instance, or next day?" she continued to Strether.
"Tuesday would do for me beautifully."
"Tuesday then with pleasure."
"And at half-past five?--or at six?"
It was ridiculous, but Mrs. Poc.o.c.k and Waymarsh struck him as fairly waiting for his answer. It was indeed as if they were arranged, gathered for a performance, the performance of "Europe" by his confederate and himself. Well, the performance could only go on. "Say five forty-five."
"Five forty-five--good." And now at last Madame de Vionnet must leave them, though it carried, for herself, the performance a little further.
"I DID hope so much also to see Miss Poc.o.c.k. Mayn"t I still?"
Sarah hesitated, but she rose equal. "She"ll return your visit with me. She"s at present out with Mr. Poc.o.c.k and my brother."
"I see--of course Mr. Newsome has everything to show them. He has told me so much about her. My great desire"s to give my daughter the opportunity of making her acquaintance. I"m always on the lookout for such chances for her. If I didn"t bring her to-day it was only to make sure first that you"d let me." After which the charming woman risked a more intense appeal. "It wouldn"t suit you also to mention some near time, so that we shall be sure not to lose you?" Strether on his side waited, for Sarah likewise had, after all, to perform; and it occupied him to have been thus reminded that she had stayed at home--and on her first morning of Paris--while Chad led the others forth. Oh she was up to her eyes; if she had stayed at home she had stayed by an understanding, arrived at the evening before, that Waymarsh would come and find her alone. This was beginning well--for a first day in Paris; and the thing might be amusing yet. But Madame de Vionnet"s earnestness was meanwhile beautiful. "You may think me indiscreet, but I"ve SUCH a desire my Jeanne shall know an American girl of the really delightful kind. You see I throw myself for it on your charity."
The manner of this speech gave Strether such a sense of depths below it and behind it as he hadn"t yet had--ministered in a way that almost frightened him to his dim divinations of reasons; but if Sarah still, in spite of it, faltered, this was why he had time for a sign of sympathy with her pet.i.tioner. "Let me say then, dear lady, to back your plea, that Miss Mamie is of the most delightful kind of all--is charming among the charming."
Even Waymarsh, though with more to produce on the subject, could get into motion in time. "Yes, Countess, the American girl"s a thing that your country must at least allow ours the privilege to say we CAN show you. But her full beauty is only for those who know how to make use of her."
"Ah then," smiled Madame de Vionnet, "that"s exactly what I want to do.
I"m sure she has much to teach us."
It was wonderful, but what was scarce less so was that Strether found himself, by the quick effect of it, moved another way. "Oh that may be! 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.
Poc.o.c.k, "IS pure perfection. Mademoiselle de Vionnet IS exquisite."
It had been perhaps a little portentous, but "Ah?" Sarah simply glittered.
Waymarsh himself, for that matter, apparently recognised, in respect to the facts, the need of a larger justice, and he had with it an inclination to Sarah. "Miss Jane"s strikingly handsome--in the regular French style."
It somehow made both Strether and Madame de Vionnet laugh out, though at the very moment he caught in Sarah"s eyes, as glancing at the speaker, a vague but unmistakeable "You too?" It made Waymarsh in fact look consciously over her head. Madame de Vionnet meanwhile, however, made her point in her own way. "I wish indeed I could offer you my poor child as a dazzling attraction: it would make one"s position simple enough! She"s as good as she can be, but of course she"s different, and the question is now--in the light of the way things seem to go--if she isn"t after all TOO different: too different I mean from the splendid type every one is so agreed that your wonderful country produces. On the other hand of course Mr. Newsome, who knows it so well, has, as a good friend, dear kind man that he is, done everything he can--to keep us from fatal benightedness--for my small shy creature.
Well," she wound up after Mrs. Poc.o.c.k had signified, in a murmur still a little stiff, that she would speak to her own young charge on the question--"well, we shall sit, my child and I, and wait and wait and wait for you." But her last fine turn was for Strether. "Do speak of us in such a way--!"
"As that something can"t but come of it? Oh something SHALL come of it! I take a great interest!" he further declared; and in proof of it, the next moment, he had gone with her down to her carriage.
Book Ninth
I
"The difficulty is," Strether said to Madame de Vionnet a couple of days later, "that I can"t surprise them into the smallest sign of his not being the same old Chad they"ve been for the last three years glowering at across the sea. They simply won"t give any, and as a policy, you know--what you call a parti pris, a deep game--that"s positively remarkable."
It was so remarkable that our friend had pulled up before his hostess with the vision of it; he had risen from his chair at the end of ten minutes and begun, as a help not to worry, to move about before her quite as he moved before Maria. He had kept his appointment with her to the minute and had been intensely impatient, though divided in truth between the sense of having everything to tell her and the sense of having nothing at all. The short interval had, in the face of their complication, multiplied his impressions--it being meanwhile to be noted, moreover, that he already frankly, already almost publicly, viewed the complication as common to them. If Madame de Vionnet, under Sarah"s eyes, had pulled him into her boat, there was by this time no doubt whatever that he had remained in it and that what he had really most been conscious of for many hours together was the movement of the vessel itself. They were in it together this moment as they hadn"t yet been, and he hadn"t at present uttered the least of the words of alarm or remonstrance that had died on his lips at the hotel. He had other things to say to her than that she had put him in a position; so quickly had his position grown to affect him as quite excitingly, altogether richly, inevitable. That the outlook, however--given the point of exposure--hadn"t cleared up half so much as he had reckoned was the first warning she received from him on his arrival. She had replied with indulgence that he was in too great a hurry, and had remarked soothingly that if she knew how to be patient surely HE might be. He felt her presence, on the spot, he felt her tone and everything about her, as an aid to that effort; and it was perhaps one of the proofs of her success with him that he seemed so much to take his ease while they talked. By the time he had explained to her why his impressions, though multiplied, still baffled him, it was as if he had been familiarly talking for hours. They baffled him because Sarah--well, Sarah was deep, deeper than she had ever yet had a chance to show herself. He didn"t say that this was partly the effect of her opening so straight down, as it were, into her mother, and that, given Mrs. Newsome"s profundity, the shaft thus sunk might well have a reach; but he wasn"t without a resigned apprehension that, at such a rate of confidence between the two women, he was likely soon to be moved to show how already, at moments, it had been for him as if he were dealing directly with Mrs. Newsome. Sarah, to a certainty, would have begun herself to feel it in him--and this naturally put it in her power to torment him the more. From the moment she knew he COULD be tormented--!
"But WHY can you be?"--his companion was surprised at his use of the word.
"Because I"m made so--I think of everything."
"Ah one must never do that," she smiled. "One must think of as few things as possible."
"Then," he answered, "one must pick them out right. But all I mean is--for I express myself with violence--that she"s in a position to watch me. There"s an element of suspense for me, and she can see me wriggle. But my wriggling doesn"t matter," he pursued. "I can bear it. Besides, I shall wriggle out."
The picture at any rate stirred in her an appreciation that he felt to be sincere. "I don"t see how a man can be kinder to a woman than you are to me."
Well, kind was what he wanted to be; yet even while her charming eyes rested on him with the truth of this he none the less had his humour of honesty. "When I say suspense I mean, you know," he laughed, "suspense about my own case too!"
"Oh yes--about your own case too!" It diminished his magnanimity, but she only looked at him the more tenderly.
"Not, however," he went on, "that I want to talk to you about that.
It"s my own little affair, and I mentioned it simply as part of Mrs.
Poc.o.c.k"s advantage." No, no; though there was a queer present temptation in it, and his suspense was so real that to fidget was a relief, he wouldn"t talk to her about Mrs. Newsome, wouldn"t work off on her the anxiety produced in him by Sarah"s calculated omissions of reference. The effect she produced of representing her mother had been produced--and that was just the immense, the uncanny part of it--without her having so much as mentioned that lady. She had brought no message, had alluded to no question, had only answered his enquiries with hopeless limited propriety. She had invented a way of meeting them--as if he had been a polite perfunctory poor relation, of distant degree--that made them almost ridiculous in him. He couldn"t moreover on his own side ask much without appearing to publish how he had lately lacked news; a circ.u.mstance of which it was Sarah"s profound policy not to betray a suspicion. These things, all the same, he wouldn"t breathe to Madame de Vionnet--much as they might make him walk up and down. And what he didn"t say--as well as what SHE didn"t, for she had also her high decencies--enhanced the effect of his being there with her at the end of ten minutes more intimately on the basis of saving her than he had yet had occasion to be. It ended in fact by being quite beautiful between them, the number of things they had a manifest consciousness of not saying. He would have liked to turn her, critically, to the subject of Mrs. Poc.o.c.k, but he so stuck to the line he felt to be the point of honour and of delicacy that he scarce even asked her what her personal impression had been. He knew it, for that matter, without putting her to trouble: that she wondered how, with such elements, Sarah could still have no charm, was one of the princ.i.p.al things she held her tongue about. Strether would have been interested in her estimate of the elements--indubitably there, some of them, and to be appraised according to taste--but he denied himself even the luxury of this diversion. The way Madame de Vionnet affected him to-day was in itself a kind of demonstration of the happy employment of gifts. How could a woman think Sarah had charm who struck one as having arrived at it herself by such different roads? On the other hand of course Sarah wasn"t obliged to have it. He felt as if somehow Madame de Vionnet WAS. The great question meanwhile was what Chad thought of his sister; which was naturally ushered in by that of Sarah"s apprehension of Chad.
THAT they could talk of, and with a freedom purchased by their discretion in other senses. The difficulty however was that they were reduced as yet to conjecture. He had given them in the day or two as little of a lead as Sarah, and Madame de Vionnet mentioned that she hadn"t seen him since his sister"s arrival.
"And does that strike you as such an age?"
She met it in all honesty. "Oh I won"t pretend I don"t miss him.
Sometimes I see him every day. Our friendship"s like that. Make what you will of it!" she whimsically smiled; a little flicker of the kind, occasional in her, that had more than once moved him to wonder what he might best make of HER. "But he"s perfectly right," she hastened to add, "and I wouldn"t have him fail in any way at present for the world.
I"d sooner not see him for three months. I begged him to be beautiful to them, and he fully feels it for himself."
Strether turned away under his quick perception; she was so odd a mixture of lucidity and mystery. She fell in at moments with the theory about her he most cherished, and she seemed at others to blow it into air. She spoke now as if her art were all an innocence, and then again as if her innocence were all an art. "Oh he"s giving himself up, and he"ll do so to the end. How can he but want, now that it"s within reach, his full impression?--which is much more important, you know, than either yours or mine. But he"s just soaking," Strether said as he came back; "he"s going in conscientiously for a saturation. I"m bound to say he IS very good."
"Ah," she quietly replied, "to whom do you say it?" And then more quietly still: "He"s capable of anything."
Strether more than reaffirmed--"Oh he"s excellent. I more and more like," he insisted, "to see him with them;" though the oddity of this tone between them grew sharper for him even while they spoke. It placed the young man so before them as the result of her interest and the product of her genius, acknowledged so her part in the phenomenon and made the phenomenon so rare, that more than ever yet he might have been on the very point of asking her for some more detailed account of the whole business than he had yet received from her. The occasion almost forced upon him some question as to how she had managed and as to the appearance such miracles presented from her own singularly close place of survey. The moment in fact however pa.s.sed, giving way to more present history, and he continued simply to mark his appreciation of the happy truth. "It"s a tremendous comfort to feel how one can trust him." And then again while for a little she said nothing--as if after all to HER trust there might be a special limit: "I mean for making a good show to them."
"Yes," she thoughtfully returned--"but if they shut their eyes to it!"
Strether for an instant had his own thought. "Well perhaps that won"t matter!"
"You mean because he probably--do what they will--won"t like them?"