He waited a little. “Oh as for that you must judge if she peeps out. She’s behind the whole thing; but she’s of a delicacy and a discretion—!”
Miss Gostrey took it all. “I’m sure. She would be. I don’t underrate her. She must be rather a swell.”
“ Oh yes, she’s rather a swell!”
“ A Woollett swell— bon! I like the idea of a Woollett swell. And you must be rather one too, to be so mixed up with her.”
“ Ah no,” said Strether, “that’s not the way it works.”
But she had already taken him up. “The way it works—you needn’t tell me!—is of course that you efface yourself.”
“ With my name on the cover?” he lucidly objected.
“ Ah but you don’t put it on for yourself.”
“ I beg your pardon—that’s exactly what I do put it on for. It’s exactly the thing that I’m reduce
