"Then as you haven't seen yours you naturally
haven't seen mine. There it is." After which he proceeded, with a
certain abruptness, to a sharp interrogation. "NOW do you say she
doesn't hate me?"
Strether hesitated. "'She'--?"
"Yes--Mother. We called it Sarah, but it comes to the same thing."
"Ah," Strether objected, "not to the same thing as her hating YOU."
On which--though as if for an instant it had hung fire--Chad remarkably
replied: "Well, if they hate my good friend, THAT comes to the same
thing." It had a note of inevitable truth that made Strether take it as
enough, feel he wanted nothing more. The young man spoke in it for his
"good friend" more than he had ever yet directly spoken, confessed to
such deep identities between them as he might play with the idea of
working free from, but which at a given moment could still draw him
down like a whirlpool. And meanwhile he had gone on. "Their hating
you too moreover--that also comes to a good deal."
"Ah," said Strether, "your mother doesn't."
Chad, however, loyally stuck to it--loyally, that is, to Strether. "She
will if you don't look out."
"Well, I do look out. I am, after all, looking out. That's just why,"
our friend explained, "I want to see her again."
It drew from Chad again the same question. "To see Mother?"
"To see--for the present--Sarah."
"Ah then there you are! And what I don't for the life of me make out,"
Chad pursued with resigned perplexity, "is what you GAIN by it."
Oh it would have taken his companion too long to say! "That's because
you have, I verily believe, no imagination. You've other qualities.
But no imagination, don't you see? at all."
"I dare say. I do see." It was an idea in which Chad showed interest.
"But haven't you yourself rather too much?"
"Oh RATHER--!" So that after an instant, under this reproach and as if
it were at last a fact really to escape from, Strether made his move
for departure.
II
One of the features of the restless afternoon passed by him after Mrs.
Pocock's visit was an hour spent, shortly before dinner, with Maria
Gostrey, whom of late, in spite of so sustained a call on his attention
from other quarters, he had by no means neglected. And that he was
still not neglecting her will appear from the fact that he was with her
again at the same hour on the very morrow--with no less fine a
consciousness moreover of being able to hold her ear. It continued
invetera
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