On which as he said nothing she continued: "She finds she doesn't care for him?"
"No—I think she finds she does.
But that's what I mean by so describing her.
It's IF she does that she's splendid.
But we'll see," he wound up, "where she comes out."
"You seem to show me sufficiently," Miss Gostrey laughed, "where she goes in!
But is her childhood's friend," she asked, "permitting himself recklessly to flirt with her?"
"No—not that.
Chad's also splendid.
They're ALL splendid!" he declared with a sudden strange sound of wistfulness and envy.
"They're at least HAPPY."
"Happy?"—it appeared, with their various difficulties, to surprise her.
"Well—I seem to myself among them the only one who isn't."
She demurred. "With your constant tribute to the ideal?"
He had a laugh at his tribute to the ideal, but he explained after a moment his impression.
"I mean they're living.
They're rushing about.
I've already had my rushing.
I'm waiting."
"But aren't you," she asked by way of cheer, "waiting with ME?"
He looked at her in all kindness.
"Yes—if it weren't for that!"
"And you help me to wait," she said. "However," she went on, "I've really something for you that will help you to wait and which you shall have in a minute.
Only there's something more I want from you first.
I revel in Sarah."
"So do I.
If it weren't," he again amusedly sighed, "for THAT—!"
"Well, you owe more to women than any man I ever saw.
We do seem to keep you going.
Yet Sarah, as I see her, must be great."
"She IS" Strether fully assented: "great!
Whatever happens, she won't, with these unforgettable days, have lived in vain."
Miss Gostrey had a pause.
"You mean she has fallen in love?"
"I mean she wonders if she hasn't—and it serves all her purpose."
"It has indeed," Maria laughed, "served women's purposes before!"
"Yes—for giving in.
But I doubt if the idea—as an idea—has ever up to now answered so well for holding out.
That's HER tribute to the ideal—we each have our own.
It's her romance—and it seems to me better on the whole than mine.
To have it in Paris too," he explained—"on this classic ground, in this charged infectious air, with so sudden an intensity: well, it's more than she expected.
She has had in short to recognise the breaking out for her of a real affinity—and with everything to enhance the drama."
Miss Gostrey followed.
"Jim for instance?"
"Jim.
Jim hugely enhances.
Jim was made to enhance.
And then Mr. Waymarsh.
It's the crowning touch—it supplies the colour.
He's positively separated."