THE AMBASSADORS

第26章

"Certainly.Woollett has a Review--which Mrs.Newsome, for the most part, magnificently pays for and which I, not at all magnificently, edit.My name's on the cover," Strether pursued, "and I'm really rather disappointed and hurt that you seem never to have heard of it."She neglected for a moment this grievance."And what kind of a Review is it?"His serenity was now completely restored."Well, it's green.""Do you mean in political colour as they say here--in thought?""No; I mean the cover's green--of the most lovely shade.""And with Mrs.Newsome's name on it too?"He waited a little."Oh as for that you must judge if she peeps out.She's behind the whole thing; but she's of a delicacy and a discretion--!"Miss Gostrey took it all."I'm sure.She WOULD be.I don't underrate her.She must be rather a swell.""Oh yes, she's rather a swell!"

"A Woollett swell--bon! I like the idea of a Woollett swell.And you must be rather one too, to be so mixed up with her.""Ah no," said Strether, "that's not the way it works."But she had already taken him up."The way it works--you needn't tell me!--is of course that you efface yourself.""With my name on the cover?" he lucidly objected.

"Ah but you don't put it on for yourself.""I beg your pardon--that's exactly what I do put it on for.It's exactly the thing that I'm reduced to doing for myself.It seems to rescue a little, you see, from the wreck of hopes and ambitions, the refuse-heap of disappointments and failures, my one presentable little scrap of an identity."On this she looked at him as to say many things, but what she at last simply said was: "She likes to see it there.You're the bigger swell of the two," she immediately continued, "because you think you're not one.She thinks she IS one.However," Miss Gostrey added, "she thinks you're one too.You're at all events the biggest she can get hold of." She embroidered, she abounded.

"I don't say it to interfere between you, but on the day she gets hold of a bigger one--!" Strether had thrown back his head as in silent mirth over something that struck him in her audacity or felicity, and her flight meanwhile was already higher."Therefore close with her--!""Close with her?" he asked as she seemed to hang poised.

"Before you lose your chance."

Their eyes met over it."What do you mean by closing?""And what do I mean by your chance? I'll tell you when you tell me all the things YOU don't.Is it her GREATEST fad?" she briskly pursued.

"The Review?" He seemed to wonder how he could best describe it.

This resulted however but in a sketch."It's her tribute to the ideal.""I see.You go in for tremendous things.""We go in for the unpopular side--that is so far as we dare.""And how far DO you dare?"

"Well, she very far.I much less.I don't begin to have her faith.

She provides," said Strether, "three fourths of that.And she provides, as I've confided to you, ALL the money."It evoked somehow a vision of gold that held for a little Miss Gostrey's eyes, and she looked as if she heard the bright dollars shovelled in."I hope then you make a good thing--""I NEVER made a good thing!" he at once returned.

She just waited."Don't you call it a good thing to be loved?""Oh we're not loved.We're not even hated.We're only just sweetly ignored."She had another pause."You don't trust me!" she once more repeated.

"Don't I when I lift the last veil?--tell you the very secret of the prison-house?"Again she met his eyes, but to the result that after an instant her own turned away with impatience."You don't sell? Oh I'm glad of THAT!" After which however, and before he could protest, she was off again."She's just a MORAL swell."He accepted gaily enough the definition."Yes--I really think that describes her."But it had for his friend the oddest connexion."How does she do her hair?"He laughed out."Beautifully!"

"Ah that doesn't tell me.However, it doesn't matter--I know.It's tremendously neat--a real reproach; quite remarkably thick and without, as yet, a single strand of white.There!"He blushed for her realism, but gaped at her truth."You're the very deuce.""What else SHOULD I be? It was as the very deuce I pounced on you.

But don't let it trouble you, for everything but the very deuce--at our age--is a bore and a delusion, and even he himself, after all, but half a joy." With which, on a single sweep of her wing, she resumed."You assist her to expiate--which is rather hard when you've yourself not sinned.""It's she who hasn't sinned," Strether replied."I've sinned the most.""Ah," Miss Gostrey cynically laughed, "what a picture of HER!

Have you robbed the widow and the orphan?""I've sinned enough," said Strether.

"Enough for whom? Enough for what?"

"Well, to be where I am."

Henry James

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