"Oh where they dine is their secret too. But I"ve my idea that it will be, very quietly, at Chad"s own place."
"She"ll come to him there alone?"
They looked at each other a moment. "He has known her from a child.
Besides," said Strether with emphasis, "Mamie"s remarkable. She"s splendid."
She wondered. "Do you mean she expects to bring it off?"
"Getting hold of him? No--I think not."
"She doesn"t want him enough?--or doesn"t believe in her power?" On which as he said nothing she continued: "She finds she doesn"t care for him?"
"No--I think she finds she does. But that"s what I mean by so describing her. It"s IF she does that she"s splendid. But we"ll see,"
he wound up, "where she comes out."
"You seem to show me sufficiently," Miss Gostrey laughed, "where she goes in! But is her childhood"s friend," she asked, "permitting himself recklessly to flirt with her?"
"No--not that. Chad"s also splendid. They"re ALL splendid!" he declared with a sudden strange sound of wistfulness and envy. "They"re at least HAPPY."
"Happy?"--it appeared, with their various difficulties, to surprise her.
"Well--I seem to myself among them the only one who isn"t."
She demurred. "With your constant tribute to the ideal?"
He had a laugh at his tribute to the ideal, but he explained after a moment his impression. "I mean they"re living. They"re rushing about.
I"ve already had my rushing. I"m waiting."
"But aren"t you," she asked by way of cheer, "waiting with ME?"
He looked at her in all kindness. "Yes--if it weren"t for that!"
"And you help me to wait," she said. "However," she went on, "I"ve really something for you that will help you to wait and which you shall have in a minute. Only there"s something more I want from you first. I revel in Sarah."
"So do I. If it weren"t," he again amusedly sighed, "for THAT--!"
"Well, you owe more to women than any man I ever saw. We do seem to keep you going. Yet Sarah, as I see her, must be great."
"She IS" Strether fully a.s.sented: "great! Whatever happens, she won"t, with these unforgettable days, have lived in vain."
Miss Gostrey had a pause. "You mean she has fallen in love?"
"I mean she wonders if she hasn"t--and it serves all her purpose."
"It has indeed," Maria laughed, "served women"s purposes before!"
"Yes--for giving in. But I doubt if the idea--as an idea--has ever up to now answered so well for holding out. That"s HER tribute to the ideal--we each have our own. It"s her romance--and it seems to me better on the whole than mine. To have it in Paris too," he explained--"on this cla.s.sic ground, in this charged infectious air, with so sudden an intensity: well, it"s more than she expected. She has had in short to recognise the breaking out for her of a real affinity--and with everything to enhance the drama."
Miss Gostrey followed. "Jim for instance?"
"Jim. Jim hugely enhances. Jim was made to enhance. And then Mr.
Waymarsh. It"s the crowning touch--it supplies the colour. He"s positively separated."
"And she herself unfortunately isn"t--that supplies the colour too."
Miss Gostrey was all there. But somehow--! "Is HE in love?"
Strether looked at her a long time; then looked all about the room; then came a little nearer. "Will you never tell any one in the world as long as ever you live?"
"Never." It was charming.
"He thinks Sarah really is. But he has no fear," Strether hastened to add.
"Of her being affected by it?"
"Of HIS being. He likes it, but he knows she can hold out. He"s helping her, he"s floating her over, by kindness."
Maria rather funnily considered it. "Floating her over in champagne?
The kindness of dining her, nose to nose, at the hour when all Paris is crowding to profane delights, and in the--well, in the great temple, as one hears of it, of pleasure?"
"That"s just IT, for both of them," Strether insisted--"and all of a supreme innocence. The Parisian place, the feverish hour, the putting before her of a hundred francs" worth of food and drink, which they"ll scarcely touch--all that"s the dear man"s own romance; the expensive kind, expensive in francs and centimes, in which he abounds.
And the circus afterwards--which is cheaper, but which he"ll find some means of making as dear as possible--that"s also HIS tribute to the ideal. It does for him. He"ll see her through. They won"t talk of anything worse than you and me."
"Well, we"re bad enough perhaps, thank heaven," she laughed, "to upset them! Mr. Waymarsh at any rate is a hideous old coquette." And the next moment she had dropped everything for a different pursuit. "What you don"t appear to know is that Jeanne de Vionnet has become engaged.
She"s to marry--it has been definitely arranged--young Monsieur de Montbron."
He fairly blushed. "Then--if you know it--it"s "out"?"
"Don"t I often know things that are NOT out? However," she said, "this will be out to-morrow. But I see I"ve counted too much on your possible ignorance. You"ve been before me, and I don"t make you jump as I hoped."
He gave a gasp at her insight. "You never fail! I"ve HAD my jump. I had it when I first heard."
"Then if you knew why didn"t you tell me as soon as you came in?"
"Because I had it from her as a thing not yet to be spoken of."
Miss Gostrey wondered. "From Madame de Vionnet herself?"
"As a probability--not quite a certainty: a good cause in which Chad has been working. So I"ve waited."
"You need wait no longer," she returned. "It reached me yesterday--roundabout and accidental, but by a person who had had it from one of the young man"s own people--as a thing quite settled. I was only keeping it for you."
"You thought Chad wouldn"t have told me?"
She hesitated. "Well, if he hasn"t--"
"He hasn"t. And yet the thing appears to have been practically his doing. So there we are."
"There we are!" Maria candidly echoed.