 traveller paced and turned before him. Chad Newsome was
doubtless to be struck, when he arrived, with the sharpness of their opposition
at this particular hour; he was to remember, as a part of it, how Waymarsh came
with him and with Strether to the street and stood there with a face
half-wistful and half-rueful. They talked of him, the two others, as they drove,
and Strether put Chad in possession of much of his own strained sense of things.
He had already, a few days before, named to him the wire he was convinced their
friend had pulled - a confidence that had made on the young man's part quite
hugely for curiosity and diversion. The action of the matter, moreover, Strether
could see, was to penetrate; he saw, that is, how Chad judged a system of
influence in which Waymarsh had served as a determinant - an impression just now
quickened again; with the whole bearing of such a fact on the youth's view of
his relatives. As it came up between them that they might now take their friend
for a feature of the control of these latter now sought to be exerted from
Woollett, Strether felt indeed how it would be stamped all over him, half an
hour later, for Sarah Pocock's eyes, that he was as much on Chad's side as
Waymarsh had probably described him. He was letting himself, at present, go;
there was no denying it; it might be desperation, it might be confidence; he
should offer himself to the arriving travellers bristling with all the lucidity
he had cultivated.
    He repeated to Chad what he had been saying in the court to Waymarsh; how
there was no doubt whatever that his sister would find the latter a kindred
spirit, no doubt of the alliance, based on an exchange of views, that the pair
would successfully strike up. They would become as thick as thieves - which
moreover was but a development of what Strether remembered to have said in one
of his first discussions with his mate, struck as he had then already been with
the elements of affinity between that personage and Mrs. Newsome herself. »I
told him, one day, when he had questioned me on your mother, that she was a
person who, when he should know her, would rouse in him, I was sure, a special
enthusiasm; and that hangs together with the conviction we now feel - this
certitude that Mrs. Pocock will take him into her boat. For it's your mother's
own boat that she's pulling
