"Do you
consider her even an apology for a decent woman?"
Ah there it was at last! She put the matter more crudely than, for
his own mixed purposes, he had yet had to do; but essentially it
was all one matter. It was so much--so much; and she treated it,
poor lady, as so little. He grew conscious, as he was now apt to
do, of a strange smile, and the next moment he found himself
talking like Miss Barrace. "She has struck me from the first as
wonderful. I've been thinking too moreover that, after all, she
would probably have represented even for yourself something rather
new and rather good."
He was to have given Mrs. Pocock with this, however, but her best
opportunity for a sound of derision. "Rather new? I hope so with
all my heart!"
"I mean," he explained, "that she might have affected you by her
exquisite amiability--a real revelation, it has seemed to myself;
her high rarity, her distinction of every sort."
He had been, with these words, consciously a little "precious"; but
he had had to be--he couldn't give her the truth of the case
without them; and it seemed to him moreover now that he didn't
care. He had at all events not served his cause, for she sprang at
its exposed side. "A 'revelation'--to ME: I've come to such a
woman for a revelation? You talk to me about 'distinction'--
YOU, you who've had your privilege?--when the most distinguished woman
we shall either of us have seen in this world sits there insulted,
in her loneliness, by your incredible comparison!"
Strether forbore, with an effort, from straying; but he looked all
about him.
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