“I think I’ve told you your mother knows.”
“And won’t she have told Sally?”
“That’s one of the things I want to see.”
“And if you find she has—?”
“Will I then, you mean, bring them together?”
“Yes,” said Chad with his pleasant promptness: “to show her there’s nothing in it.”
Strether hesitated. “I don’t know that I care very much what she may think there’s in it.”
“Not if it represents what Mother thinks?”
“Ah what does your mother think?” There was in this some sound of bewilderment.
But they were just driving up, and help, of a sort, might after all be quite at hand. “Isn’t that, my dear man, what we’re both just going to make out?”