But I hope, this time, that you didn't go for ME." "For very shame at bothering you really too much?
My dear man," Chad laughed, "what WOULDn't I do for you ?" Strether's easy answer for this was that it was a disposition he had exactly come to profit by.

"Even at the risk of being in your way I've waited on, you know, for a definite reason." Chad took it in.

"Oh yes--for us to make if possible a still better impression." And he stood there happily exhaling his full general consciousness.

"I'm delighted to gather that you feel we've made it." There was a pleasant irony in the words, which his guest, preoccupied and keeping to the point, didn't take up.

"If I had my sense of wanting the rest of the time--the time of their being still on this side," he continued to explain--"I know now why I wanted it." He was as grave, as distinct, as a demonstrator before a blackboard, and Chad continued to face him like an intelligent pupil.