She easily remembered. “Why just because—! She’s wonderful.”
“ Ah she too?”—Strether had almost a groan.
But Miss Barrace had meanwhile perceived relief. “Why not put your question straight to the person who can answer it best?”
“ No,” said little Bilham; “don’t put any question; wait, rather—it will be much more fun—to judge for yourself. He has come to take you to her.”
II
On which Strether saw that Chad was again at hand, and he afterwards scarce knew, absurd as it may seem, what had then quickly occurred. The moment concerned him, he felt, more deeply than he could have explained, and he had a subsequent passage of speculation as to whether, on walking off with Chad, he hadn’t looked either pale or red. The only thing he was clear about was that, luckily, nothing indiscreet ha
