He's to meet me here, coming up from Malvern, and I supposed he'd already have arrived.
But he doesn't come till later, and I'm relieved not to have kept him.
Do you know him ?" Strether wound up.
It wasn't till after he had spoken that he became aware of how much there had been in him of response; when the tone of her own rejoinder, as well as the play of something more in her face--something more, that is, than its apparently usual restless light--seemed to notify him.
"I've met him at Milrose--where I used sometimes, a good while ago, to stay; I had friends there who were friends of his, and I've been at his house.

I won't answer for it that he would know me," Strether's new acquaintance pursued; "but I should be delighted to see him.

Perhaps," she added, "I shall--for I'm staying over." She paused while our friend took in these things, and it was as if a good deal of talk had already passed.

They even vaguely smiled at it, and Strether presently observed that Mr.Waymarsh would, no doubt, be easily to be seen.

This, however, appeared to affect the lady as if she might have advanced too far.