"That's exactly
what I'm delighted to do. God knows WE don't want her! You take
good care not to meet," she observed in a still higher key,
"my question about their life. If you do consider it a thing
one can even SPEAK of, I congratulate you on your taste!"
The life she alluded to was of course Chad's and Madame de Vionnet's,
which she thus bracketed together in a way that made him wince
a little; there being nothing for him but to take home her
full intention. It was none the less his inconsequence that while
he had himself been enjoying for weeks the view of the brilliant
woman's specific action, he just suffered from any characterisation
of it by other lips. "I think tremendously well of her, at the
same time that I seem to feel her 'life' to be really none of my
business. It's my business, that is, only so far as Chad's own
life is affected by it; and what has happened, don't you see? is
that Chad's has been affected so beautifully. The proof of the
pudding's in the eating"--he tried, with no great success, to help
it out with a touch of pleasantry, while she let him go on as if to
sink and sink. He went on however well enough, as well as he could
do without fresh counsel; he indeed shouldn't stand quite firm, he
felt, till he should have re-established his communications with
Chad.
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