 should know later on, and know well - as it came over him,
for that matter, with force, that he should need to. He wondered what he was to
think exactly of either of his new friends; since the young man, Chad's intimate
and deputy, had, in thus constituting the scene, practised so much more subtly
than he had been prepared for, and since in especial Miss Barrace, surrounded
clearly by every consideration, hadn't scrupled to figure as a familiar object.
It was interesting to him to feel that he was in the presence of new measures,
other standards, a different scale of relations, and that evidently here were a
happy pair who didn't think of things at all as he and Waymarsh thought. Nothing
was less to have been calculated in the business than that it should now be for
him as if he and Waymarsh were comparatively quite at one.
    The latter was magnificent - this at least was an assurance privately given
him by Miss Barrace. »Oh your friend's a type, the grand old American - what
shall one call it? The Hebrew prophet, Ezekiel, Jeremiah, who used when I was a
little girl in the Rue Montaigne to come to see my father and who was usually
the American Minister to the Tuileries or some other court. I haven't seen one
these ever so many years; the sight of it warms my poor old chilled heart; this
specimen is wonderful; in the right quarter, you know, he'll have a succès fou«
Strether hadn't failed to ask what the right quarter might be, much as he
required his presence of mind to meet such a change in their scheme. »Oh the
artist-quarter and that kind of thing; here already, for instance, as you see.«
He had been on the point of echoing »Here? - is this the artist-quarter?« but
she had already disposed of the question with a wave of all her tortoise-shell
and an easy »Bring him to me!« He knew on the spot how little he should be able
to bring him, for the very air was by this time, to his sense, thick and hot
with poor Waymarsh's judgement of it He was in the trap still more than his
companion and, unlike his companion, not making the best of it; which was
precisely what doubtless gave him his admirable sombre glow. Little did Miss
Barrace know that what was behind it was his grave estimate of her own laxity.
The general assumption with which our
