Practically she was making them now, and essentially he was knowing it; yet inevitably, all the same, he was accepting it.
She stood there close to him, with something in her patience that suggested her having supposed, when he spoke more appealingly, that he was going to kiss her.
He hadn't been, it appeared; but his continued appeal was none the less the quieter.
"What's he doing, from ten o'clock on Christmas morning, with Mrs. Lowder?"
Kate looked surprised. "Didn't she tell you he's staying there?"
"At Lancaster Gate?" Densher's surprise met it. "'Staying'?—since when?"
"Since day before yesterday.
He was there before I came away." And then she explained—confessing it in fact anomalous. "It's an accident—like Aunt Maud's having herself remained in town for Christmas, but it isn't after all so monstrous.
We stayed—and, with my having come here, she's sorry now—because we neither of us, waiting from day to day for the news you brought, seemed to want to be with a lot of people."
"You stayed for thinking of—Venice?"
"Of course we did.
For what else? And even a little," Kate wonderfully added—"it's true at least of Aunt Maud—for thinking of you."
He appreciated.
"I see.
Nice of you every way.
But whom," he enquired, "has Lord Mark stayed for thinking of?"
"His being in London, I believe, is a very commonplace matter.
He has some rooms which he has had suddenly some rather advantageous chance to let—such as, with his confessed, his decidedly proclaimed want of money, he hasn't had it in him, in spite of everything, not to jump at."
Densher's attention was entire.
"In spite of everything?
In spite of what?"
"Well, I don't know.
In spite, say, of his being scarcely supposed to do that sort of thing."
"To try to get money?"
"To try at any rate in little thrifty ways.
Apparently however he has had for some reason to do what he can.
He turned at a couple of days' notice out of his place, making it over to his tenant; and Aunt Maud, who's deeply in his confidence about all such matters, said:
'Come then to Lancaster Gate—to sleep at least—till, like all the world, you go to the country.'
He was to have gone to the country—I think to Matcham—yesterday afternoon: Aunt Maud, that is, told me he was."
Kate had been somehow, for her companion, through this statement, beautifully, quite soothingly, suggestive.
"Told you, you mean, so that you needn't leave the house?"
"Yes—so far as she had taken it into her head that his being there was part of my reason."
"And was it part of your reason?"
"A little if you like.
Yet there's plenty here—as I knew there would be—without it.
So that," she said candidly, "doesn't matter.
I'm glad I am here: even if for all the good I do—!" She implied however that that didn't matter either. "He didn't, as you tell me, get off then to Matcham; though he may possibly, if it is possible, be going this afternoon.
But what strikes me as most probable—and it's really, I'm bound to say, quite amiable of him—is that he has declined to leave Aunt Maud, as I've been so ready to do, to spend her Christmas alone.
If moreover he has given up Matcham for her it's a procede that won't please her less.
It's small wonder therefore that she insists, on a dull day, in driving him about.
I don't pretend to know," she wound up, "what may happen between them; but that's all I see in it."
"You see in everything, and you always did," Densher returned, "something that, while I'm with you at least, I always take from you as the truth itself."
She looked at him as if consciously and even carefully extracting the sting of his reservation; then she spoke with a quiet gravity that seemed to show how fine she found it.
"Thank you."
It had for him, like everything else, its effect.
They were still closely face to face, and, yielding to the impulse to which he hadn't yielded just before, he laid his hands on her shoulders, held her hard a minute and shook her a little, far from untenderly, as if in expression of more mingled things, all difficult, than he could speak.
Then bending his head he applied his lips to her cheek.
He fell, after this, away for an instant, resuming his unrest, while she kept the position in which, all passive and as a statue, she had taken his demonstration.
It didn't prevent her, however, from offering him, as if what she had had was enough for the moment, a further indulgence.
She made a quiet lucid connexion and as she made it sat down again.