"And dear old Waymarsh.

You," she declared, "have been a good bit of it." He sat massive.

"A good bit of what, ma'am ?" "Why of the wonderful consciousness of our friend here.

You've helped too in your way to float him to where he is." "And where the devil IS he ?" She passed it on with a laugh.

"Where the devil, Strether, are you ?" He spoke as if he had just been thinking it out.