I keep her to myself."
"Well, it's very good of you to notify me," Sarah replied without
looking at him and thrown for a moment by this discrimination, as
the direction of her eyes showed, upon a dimly desperate little
community with Madame de Vionnet. "But I hope I shan't miss her too
much."
Madame de Vionnet instantly rallied. "And you know--though it might
occur to one--it isn't in the least that he's ashamed of her.
She's really--in a way--extremely good-looking."
"Ah but extremely!" Strether laughed while he wondered at the odd
part he found thus imposed on him.
It continued to be so by every touch from Madame de Vionnet. "Well,
as I say, you know, I wish you would keep ME a little more to
yourself. Couldn't you name some day for me, some hour--and better
soon than late? I'll be at home whenever it best suits you.
There--I can't say fairer."
Strether thought a moment while Waymarsh and Mrs. Pocock affected
him as standing attentive. "I did lately call on you. Last week--
while Chad was out of town."
"Yes--and I was away, as it happened, too. You choose your moments
well. But don't wait for my next absence, for I shan't make
another," Madame de Vionnet declared, "while Mrs. Pocock's here.
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