It made his friend--though rather dimly--smile."Dear no she's safe, thank goodness--as I think I more and more feel--at home.She thought of coming, but she gave it up.I've come in a manner instead of her; and come to that extent--for you're right in your inference--on her business.So you see there IS plenty of connexion."Waymarsh continued to see at least all there was."Involving accordingly the particular one I've referred to?"Strether took another turn about the room, giving a twitch to his companion's blanket and finally gaining the door.His feeling was that of a nurse who had earned personal rest by having made everything straight."Involving more things than I can think of breaking ground on now.But don't be afraid--you shall have them from me: you'll probably find yourself having quite as much of them as you can do with.I shall--if we keep together--very much depend on your impression of some of them."Waymarsh's acknowledgement of this tribute was characteristically indirect."You mean to say you don't believe we WILL keep together?""I only glance at the danger," Strether paternally said, "because when I hear you wail to go back I seem to see you open up such possibilities of folly."Waymarsh took it--silent a little--like a large snubbed child "What are you going to do with me?"It was the very question Strether himself had put to Miss Gostrey, and he wondered if he had sounded like that.But HE at least could be more definite."I'm going to take you right down to London.""Oh I've been down to London!" Waymarsh more softly moaned."I've no use, Strether, for anything down there.""Well," said Strether, good-humouredly, "I guess you've some use for me.""So I've got to go?"
"Oh you've got to go further yet."
"Well," Waymarsh sighed, "do your damnedest! Only you WILL tell me before you lead me on all the way--?"Our friend had again so lost himself, both for amusement and for contrition, in the wonder of whether he had made, in his own challenge that afternoon, such another figure, that he for an instant missed the thread."Tell you--?""Why what you've got on hand."
Strether hesitated."Why it's such a matter as that even if Ipositively wanted I shouldn't be able to keep it from you."Waymarsh gloomily gazed."What does that mean then but that your trip is just FOR her?""For Mrs.Newsome? Oh it certainly is, as I say.Very much.""Then why do you also say it's for me?"
Strether, in impatience, violently played with his latch."It's ****** enough.It's for both of you."Waymarsh at last turned over with a groan."Well, I won't marry you!""Neither, when it comes to that--!" But the visitor had already laughed and escaped.
III
He had told Miss Gostrey he should probably take, for departure with Waymarsh, some afternoon train, and it thereupon in the morning appeared that this lady had made her own plan for an earlier one.She had breakfasted when Strether came into the coffee-room; but, Waymarsh not having yet emerged, he was in time to recall her to the terms of their understanding and to pronounce her discretion overdone.She was surely not to break away at the very moment she had created a want.He had met her as she rose from her little table in a window, where, with the morning papers beside her, she reminded him, as he let her know, of Major Pendennis breakfasting at his club--a compliment of which she professed a deep appreciation; and he detained her as pleadingly as if he had already--and notably under pressure of the visions of the night--learned to be unable to do without her.She must teach him at all events, before she went, to order breakfast as breakfast was ordered in Europe, and she must especially sustain him in the problem of ordering for Waymarsh.The latter had laid upon his friend, by desperate sounds through the door of his room, dreadful divined responsibilities in respect to beefsteak and oranges--responsibilities which Miss Gostrey took over with an alertness of action that matched her quick intelligence.She had before this weaned the expatriated from traditions compared with which the matutinal beefsteak was but the creature of an hour, and it was not for her, with some of her memories, to falter in the path though she freely enough declared, on reflexion, that there was always in such cases a choice of opposed policies."There are times when to give them their head, you know--!"They had gone to wait together in the garden for the dressing of the meal, and Strether found her more suggestive than ever "Well, what?""Is to bring about for them such a complexity of relations-unless indeed we call it a simplicity!--that the situation HAS to wind itself up.They want to go back.""And you want them to go!" Strether gaily concluded.
"I always want them to go, and I send them as fast as I can.'
"Oh I know--you take them to Liverpool."
