" With which she had one of her swift changes of
ground. "You say the concern needs looking after; but doesn't
Mrs. Newsome look after it?"
"So far as possible. She's wonderfully able, but it's not her
affair, and her life's a good deal overcharged. She has many,
many things."
"And you also?"
"Oh yes--I've many too, if you will."
"I see. But what I mean is," Miss Gostrey amended, "do you also
look after the business?"
"Oh no, I don't touch the business."
"Only everything else?"
"Well, yes--some things."
"As for instance--?"
Strether obligingly thought. "Well, the Review."
"The Review?--you have a Review?"
"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.
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