He hadn't pretended he did, but there was a purity of reproach in Mrs. Stringham's face and tone, a purity charged apparently with solemn meanings; so that for a little, small as had been his claim, he couldn't but feel that she exaggerated. He wondered what she did mean, but while doing so he defended himself. 'I certainly don't know enormously much—beyond her having been most kind to me, in New York, as a poor bewildered and newly landed alien, and my having tremendously appreciated it.' To which he added, he scarce knew why, what had an immediate success. 'Remember, Mrs. Stringham, that you weren't then present.'
'Ah there you are!' said Kate with much gay expression, though what it expressed he failed at the time to make out.
'You weren't present
It made the little woman, he could see, really lose her head. She had more things in that head than any of them in any other; unless perhaps it were Kate, whom he felt as indirectly watching him during this foolish passage, though it pleased him—and because of the foolishness—not to meet her eyes. He met Mrs. Stringham's, which affected him: with her he could on occasion clear it up—a sense produced by the mute communion between them and really the beginning, as the event was to show, of something extraordinary. It was even already a little the effect of this communion that Mrs. Stringham perceptibly faltered in her retort to Mrs. Lowder's joke. 'Oh it's precisely my point that Mr. Densher
It made everything, in the oddest way in the world, immediately right for him. 'And I wasn't
'Ah she's a thousand and one things!' replied the good lady, as if now to keep well with him.
He asked nothing better. 'She was off with you to these parts before I knew it. I myself was off too—away off to wonderful parts, where I had endlessly more to see.'
'But you didn't forget her!' Aunt Maud interposed with almost menacing archness.
'No, of course I didn't forget her. One doesn't forget such charming impressions. But I never,' he lucidly maintained, 'chattered to others about her.'
'She'll thank you for that, sir,' said Mrs. Stringham with a flushed firmness.
'Yet doesn't silence in such a case,' Aunt Maud blandly enquired, 'very often quite prove the depth of the impression?'
He would have been amused, hadn't he been slightly displeased, at all they seemed desirous to fasten on him. 'Well, the impression was as deep as you like. But I really want Miss Theale to know,' he pursued for Mrs. Stringham, 'that I don't figure by any consent of my own as an authority about her.'
Kate came to his assistance—if assistance it was—before their friend had had time to meet this charge. 'You're right about her not being easy to know. One
The discrimination was interesting, but it brought them back to the fact of her success; and it was at that comparatively gross circumstance, now so fully placed before them, that Milly's anxious companion sat and looked —looked very much as some spectator in an old-time circus might have watched the oddity of a Christian maiden, in the arena, mildly, caressingly, martyred. It was the nosing and fumbling not of lions and tigers but of domestic animals let loose as for the joke. Even the joke made Mrs. Stringham uneasy, and her mute communion with Densher, to which we have alluded, was more and more determined by it. He wondered afterwards if Kate had made this out; though it was not indeed till much later on that he found himself, in thought, dividing the things she might have been conscious of from the things she must have missed. If she actually missed, at any rate, Mrs. Stringham's discomfort, that but showed how her own idea held her. Her own idea was, by insisting on the fact of the girl's prominence as a feature of the season's end, to keep Densher in relation, for the rest of them, both to present and to past. 'It's everything that has happened
So he judged at least, within his limits, and the idea that what he had thus caught in the fact was the trick of fashion and the tone of society went so far as to make him take up again his sense of independence. He had supposed himself civilised; but if this was civilisation—! One could smoke one's pipe outside when twaddle was within. He had rather avoided, as we have remarked, Kate's eyes, but there came a moment when he would fairly have liked to put it, across the table, to her: 'I say, light of my life, is