uty, had, in thus constituting the scene, practised so
much more subtly than he had been prepared for, and since in especial
Miss Barrace, surrounded clearly by every consideration, hadn't
scrupled to figure as a familiar object. It was interesting to him to
feel that he was in the presence of new measures, other standards, a
different scale of relations, and that evidently here were a happy pair
who didn't think of things at all as he and Waymarsh thought. Nothing
was less to have been calculated in the business than that it should
now be for him as if he and Waymarsh were comparatively quite at one.

The latter was magnificent--this at least was an assurance privately
given him by Miss Barrace. "Oh your friend's a type, the grand old
American--what shall one call it? The Hebrew prophet, Ezekiel,
Jeremiah, who used when I was a little girl in the Rue Montaigne to
come to see my father and who was usually the American Minister to the
Tuileries or some other court. I haven't seen one these ever so many
years; the sight of it warms my poor old chilled heart; this specimen
is wonderful; in the right quarter, you know, he'll have a succes fou."
Strether hadn't failed to ask what the right quarter might be, much as
he required his presence of mind to meet such a change in their scheme.
"Oh the artist-quarter and that kind of thing; HERE already, for
instance, as you see." He had been on the point of echoing
"'Here'?--is THIS the artist-quarter?" but she had already disposed of
the question with a wave of all her tortoise-shell and an easy "Bring
him to ME!" He knew on the spot how little he should be able to bring
him, for the very air was by this time, to his sense, thick and hot
with poor Waymarsh's judgement of it. He was in the trap still more
than his companion and, unlike his companion, not making the best of
it; which was precisely what doubtless gave him his admirable sombre
glow. Little did Miss Barrace know that what was behind it was his
grave estimate of her own laxity. The general assumption with which our
two friends had arrived had been that of finding Mr. Bilham ready to
conduct them to one or other of those resorts of the earnest, the
aesthetic fraternity which were shown among the sights of Paris. In
this character it would have justified them in a proper insistence on
discharging their score. Waymarsh's only proviso at the last had been
that nobody should pay for him; but he found himself, as the o