Madame de Vionnet wouldn't, couldn't rest till she should have some assurance from him that he WOULD consent again to see her.

The announcement was made, across their marble-topped table, while the foam of the hot milk was in their cups and its plash still in the air, with the smile of Chad's easiest urbanity; and this expression of his face caused our friend's doubts to gather on the spot into a challenge of the lips.

"See here"-- that was all; he only for the moment said again "See here." Chad met it with all his air of straight intelligence, while Strether remembered again that fancy of the first impression of him, the happy young Pagan, handsome and hard but oddly indulgent, whose mysterious measure he had under the street-lamp tried mentally to take.

The young Pagan, while a long look passed between them, sufficiently understood.

Strether scarce needed at last to say the rest--"I want to know where I am." But he said it, adding before any answer something more.