'Yes, precisely—that takes, on his part, genius.'
Densher stood before her as if he wondered what everything she thus promptly, easily and above all amusingly met him with, would have been found, should it have come to an analysis, to 'take.' Something suddenly, as if under a last determinant touch, welled up in him and overflowed—the sense of his good fortune and her variety, of the future she promised, the interest she supplied. 'All women but you are stupid. How can I look at another? You're different and different—and then you're different again. No marvel Aunt Maud builds on you—except that you're so much too good for what she builds
She took it from him with her face again giving out all it had in answer, and they remained once more confronted and united in their essential wealth of life. 'It's you who draw me out. I exist in you. Not in others.'
It had been, however, as if the thrill of their association itself pressed in him, as great felicities do, the sharp spring of fear. 'See here, you know: don't,
'Don't what?'
'Don't fail me. It would kill me.'
She looked at him a minute with no response but her eyes. 'So you think you'll kill
He had dropped a little in presence of the explanation; then she had brought him up to a sort of recognition. He could make out by this light something of what he saw, but a dimness also there was, undispelled since his return. 'There's something you must definitely tell me. If our friend knows that all the while—?'
She came straight to his aid, formulating for him his anxiety, though quite to smooth it down. 'All the while she and I here were growing intimate, you and I were in unmentioned relation? If she knows that, yes, she knows our relation must have involved your writing to me.'
'Then how could she suppose you weren't answering?'
'She doesn't suppose it.'
'How then can she imagine you never named her?'
'She doesn't. She knows now I did name her. I've told her everything. She's in possession of reasons that will perfectly do.'
Still he just brooded. 'She takes things from you exactly as I take them?'
'Exactly as you take them.'
'She's just such another victim?'
'Just such another. You're a pair.'
'Then if anything happens,' said Densher, 'we can console each other?'
'Ah something
He watched the others an instant through the window. 'What do you mean by going straight?'
'Not worrying. Doing as you like. Try, as I've told you before, and you'll see. You'll have me perfectly, always, to refer to.'
'Oh rather, I hope! But if she's going away?'
It pulled Kate up but a moment. 'I'll bring her back. There you are. You won't be able to say I haven't made it smooth for you.'
He faced it all, and certainly it was queer. But it wasn't the queerness that after another minute was uppermost. He was in a wondrous silken web, and it was amusing. 'You spoil me!'
He wasn't sure if Mrs. Lowder, who at this juncture reappeared, had caught his word as it dropped from him; probably not, he thought, her attention being given to Mrs. Stringham, with whom she came through and who was now, none too soon, taking leave of her. They were followed by Lord Mark and by the other men, but two or three things happened before any dispersal of the company began. One of these was that Kate found time to say to him with furtive emphasis: 'You must go now!' Another was that she next addressed herself in all frankness to Lord Mark, drew near to him with an almost reproachful 'Come and talk to
'Return to our little friend. You'll find her really interesting.'
'If you mean Miss Theale,' he said, 'I shall certainly not forget her. But you must remember that, so far as her 'interest' is concerned, I myself discovered, I—as was said at dinner—invented her.'
'Well, one seemed rather to gather that you hadn't taken out the patent. Don't, I only mean, in the press of other things, too much neglect her.'