Miss Barrace took a minute. “The heroine?”
“The heroine. I’ve treated her,” said Strether, “not a bit like a hero. Oh,” he sighed, “I don’t do it well!”
She eased him off. “You do it as you can.” And then after another hesitation: “I think she’s satisfied.”
But he remained compunctious. “I haven’t been near her. I haven’t looked at her.”
“Ah then you’ve lost a good deal!”
He showed he knew it. “She’s more wonderful than ever?”
“Than ever. With Mr. Pocock.”
Strether wondered. “Madame de Vionnet—with Jim?”
“Madame de Vionnet—with ‘Jim.’” Miss Barrace was historic.
“And what’s she doing with him?”