“Why I supposed you reported regularly—”
“To people at home?”—Strether took him up. “Well, I won’t tell them this.”
The young man at last looked away. “Then she does now care more than he.”
“Oh!” Strether oddly exclaimed.
But his companion immediately met it. “Haven’t you after all had your impression of it? That’s how you’ve got hold of him.”
“Ah but I haven’t got hold of him!”
“Oh I say!” But it was all little Bilham said.
“It’s at any rate none of my business. I mean,” Strether explained, “nothing else than getting hold of him is.” It appeared, however, to strike him as his business to add: “The fact remains nevertheless that she has saved him.”
Little Bilham just waited. “I thought that was what you were to do.”
But Strether had his answer ready. “I’m speaking—in connexion with her—of his manners and morals, his character and life. I’m speaking of him as a person to deal with and talk with and live with—speaking of him as a social animal.”