what, my dear man," Chad went on with conscious queerness, "does it all lead to for you?"
The change of position and of relation, for each, was so oddly betrayed in the question that Chad laughed out as soon as he had uttered it—which made Strether also laugh. "Well, to my having a certitude that has been tested—that has passed through the fire. But, oh," he couldn't help breaking out, "if within my first month here you had been willing to move with me———!"
"Well?" said Chad while he paused as for weight of thought.
"Well, we should have been over there by now."
"Ah, but you wouldn't have had your fun!"
"I should have had a month of it; and I'm having now, if you want to know," Strether continued, "enough to last me for the rest of my days."
Chad looked amused and interested, yet still somewhat in the dark; partly perhaps because Strether's estimate of fun had required of him from the first a good deal of interpretation. "It wouldn't do if I left you———?"
"Left me?"—Strether remained blank.
"Only for a month or two—time to go and come. Mme. de Vionnet," Chad smiled, "would look after you in the interval."
"To go back by yourself, I remaining here?" Again, for an instant, their eyes had the question out; after which Strether said, "Grotesque!"
"But I want to see mother," Chad presently returned. "Remember how long it is since I've seen mother."
"Long indeed; and that's exactly why I was originally so sharp for moving you. Hadn't you shown us enough how beautifully you do without it? "
"Oh, but," said Chad wonderfully, "I'm better now."
There was an easy triumph in it that made his friend laugh out again. "Oh, if you were worse, I should know what to do with you. In that case, I believe, I'd have you gagged and strapped down, carried on board resisting, kicking. How much," Strether asked, "do you want to see mother?"
"How much?" Chad seemed to find it, in fact, difficult to say.
