"Mrs. Newsome has appreciated?"

"Ah I can't speak for HER!"

"In the midst of such doings--and, as I understand you, profiting by
them, she at least has remained exquisite?"

"Oh I can't talk of her!" Strether said.

"I thought she was just what you COULD talk of. You DON'T trust me,"
Miss Gostrey after a moment declared.

It had its effect. "Well, her money is spent, her life conceived and
carried on with a large beneficence--"

"That's a kind of expiation of wrongs? Gracious," she added before he
could speak, "how intensely you make me see her!"

"If you see her," Strether dropped, "it's all that's necessary."

She really seemed to have her. "I feel that. She IS, in spite of
everything, handsome."

This at least enlivened him. "What do you mean by everything?"

"Well, I mean YOU." With which she had one of her swift changes of
ground. "You say the concern needs looking after; but doesn't Mrs.
Newsome look after it?"

"So far as possible. She's wonderfully able, but it's not her affair,
and her life's a good deal overcharged. She has many, many things."

"And you also?"

"Oh yes--I've many too, if you will."

"I see. But what I mean is," Miss Gostrey amended, "do you also look
after the business?"

"Oh no, I don't touch the business."

"Only everything else?"

"Well, yes--some things."

"As for instance--?"

Strether obligingly thought. "Well, the Review."

"The Review?--you have a Review?"

"Certainly. Woollett has a Review--which Mrs. Newsome, for the most
part, magnificently pays for and which I, not at all magnificently,
edit. My name's on the cover," Strether pursued, "and I'm really
rather disappointed and hurt that you seem never to have heard of it."

She neglected for a moment this grievance. "And what kind of a Review
is it?"

His serenity was now completely restored. "Well, it's green."

"Do you mean in political colour as they say here--in thought?"

"No; I mean the cover's green--of the most lovely shade."

"And with Mrs. Newsome's name on it too?"

He waited a little. "Oh as for that you must judge if she peeps out.
She's behind the whole thing; but she's of a delicacy and a
discretion--!"

Miss Gostrey took it all. "I'm sure. She WOULD be. I don't underrate
her. She must be rather a swell."

"Oh yes, she's rather a swell!"

"A Woollett swell--bon! I like the idea of a Woollett swell. And you
must be rather one too, to be so mixed up with h