These ships, to the historic muse, may seem of course mere cockles, but when he presently spoke to Miss Gostrey it was with the sense at least of applying the torch.

"Is it then a conspiracy ?" "Between the two young men?
Well, I don't pretend to be a seer or a prophetess," she presently replied; "but if I'm simply a woman of sense he's working for you to-night.

I don't quite know how--but it's in my bones." And she looked at him at last as if, little material as she yet gave him, he'd really understand.

"For an opinion THAT'S my opinion.

He makes you out too well not to." "Not to work for me to-night ?" Strether wondered.