"Than ever. With Mr. Pocock."

Strether wondered. "Madame de Vionnet--with Jim?"

"Madame de Vionnet--with 'Jim.'" Miss Barrace was historic.

"And what's she doing with him?"

"Ah you must ask HIM!"

Strether's face lighted again at the prospect. "It WILL be amusing to
do so." Yet he continued to wonder. "But she must have some idea."

"Of course she has--she has twenty ideas. She has in the first place,"
said Miss Barrace, swinging a little her tortoise-shell, "that of doing
her part. Her part is to help YOU."

It came out as nothing had come yet; links were missing and connexions
unnamed, but it was suddenly as if they were at the heart of their
subject. "Yes; how much more she does it," Strether gravely reflected,
"than I help HER!" It all came over him as with the near presence of
the beauty, the grace, the intense, dissimulated spirit with which he
had, as he said, been putting off contact. "SHE has courage."

"Ah she has courage!" Miss Barrace quite agreed; and it was as if for a
moment they saw the quantity in each other's face.

But indeed the whole thing was present. "How much she must care!"

"Ah there it is. She does care. But it isn't, is it," Miss Barrace
considerately added, "as if you had ever had any doubt of that?"

Strether seemed suddenly to like to feel that he really never had. "Why
of course it's the whole point."

"Voila!" Miss Barrace smiled.

"It's why one came out," Strether went on. "And it's why one has
stayed so long. And it's also"--he abounded--"why one's going home.
It's why, it's why--"

"It's why everything!" she concurred. "It's why she might be
to-night--for all she looks and shows, and for all your friend 'Jim'
does--about twenty years old. That's another of her ideas; to be for
him, and to be quite easily and charmingly, as young as a little girl."

Strether assisted at his distance. "'For him'? For Chad--?"

"For Chad, in a manner, naturally, always. But in particular to-night
for Mr. Pocock." And then as her friend still stared: "Yes, it IS of
a bravery But that's what she has: her high sense of duty." It was
more than sufficiently before them. "When Mr. Newsome has his hands so
embarrassed with his sister--"

"It's quite the least"--Strether filled it out--"that she should take
his sister's husband? Certainly--quite the least. So she has taken
him."

"She has taken him." It was all Miss Barrace had meant.

Still it remained