“Oh Mamie mustn’t suffer!” Madame de Vionnet soothingly emphasised.
But Strether could reassure her. “Don’t fear. As soon as he has done with Jim, Jim will fall to me. And then you’ll see.”
It was as if in a moment she saw already; yet she still waited. Then “Is she really quite charming?” she asked.
He had got up with his last words and gathered in his hat and gloves. “I don’t know; I’m watching. I’m studying the case, as it were—and I dare say I shall be able to tell you.”
She wondered. “Is it a case?”
“Yes—I think so. At any rate I shall see.’
“But haven’t you known her before?”
“Yes,” he smiled—“but somehow at home she wasn’t a case. She has become one since.” It was as if he made it out for himself. “She has become one here.”
“So very very soon?”
He measured it, laughing. “Not sooner than I did.”