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 			<p>They were by this time in the antechamber, still alone together, as she hadn’t rung for a servant. The antechamber was high and square, grave and suggestive too, a little cold and slippery even in summer, and with a few old prints that were precious, Strether divined, on the walls. He stood in the middle, slightly lingering, vaguely directing his glasses, while, leaning against the doorpost of the room, she gently pressed her cheek to the side of the recess. “<em>You</em> would have been a friend.”</p>
 			<p>“I?”⁠—it startled him a little.</p>
 			<p>“For the reason you say. You’re not stupid.” And then abruptly, as if bringing it out were somehow founded on that fact: “We’re marrying Jeanne.”</p>
-			<p>It affected him on the spot as a move in a game, and he was even then not without the sense that that wasn’t the way Jeanne should be married. But he quickly showed his interest, though⁠—as quickly afterwards struck him⁠—with an absurd confusion of mind. “ ‘You’? You and⁠—a⁠—not Chad?” Of course it was the child’s father who made the ‘we,’ but to the child’s father it would have cost him an effort to allude. Yet didn’t it seem the next minute that Monsieur de Vionnet was after all not in question?⁠—since she had gone on to say that it was indeed to Chad she referred and that he had been in the whole matter kindness itself.</p>
+			<p>It affected him on the spot as a move in a game, and he was even then not without the sense that that wasn’t the way Jeanne should be married. But he quickly showed his interest, though⁠—as quickly afterwards struck him⁠—with an absurd confusion of mind. “ ‘You’? You and⁠—a⁠—not Chad?” Of course it was the child’s father who made the “we,” but to the child’s father it would have cost him an effort to allude. Yet didn’t it seem the next minute that Monsieur de Vionnet was after all not in question?⁠—since she had gone on to say that it was indeed to Chad she referred and that he had been in the whole matter kindness itself.</p>
 			<p>“If I must tell you all, it is he himself who has put us in the way. I mean in the way of an opportunity that, so far as I can yet see, is all I could possibly have dreamed of. For all the trouble Monsieur de Vionnet will ever take!” It was the first time she had spoken to him of her husband, and he couldn’t have expressed how much more intimate with her it suddenly made him feel. It wasn’t much, in truth⁠—there were other things in what she was saying that were far more; but it was as if, while they stood there together so easily in these cold chambers of the past, the single touch had shown the reach of her confidence. “But our friend,” she asked, “hasn’t then told you?”</p>
 			<p>“He has told me nothing.”</p>
 			<p>“Well, it has come with rather a rush⁠—all in a very few days; and hasn’t moreover yet taken a form that permits an announcement. It’s only for you⁠—absolutely you alone⁠—that I speak; I so want you to know.” The sense he had so often had, since the first hour of his disembarkment, of being further and further “in,” treated him again at this moment to another twinge; but in this wonderful way of her putting him in there continued to be something exquisitely remorseless. “Monsieur de Vionnet will accept what he <em>must</em> accept. He has proposed half a dozen things⁠—each one more impossible than the other; and he wouldn’t have found this if he lives to a hundred. Chad found it,” she continued with her lighted, faintly flushed, her conscious confidential face, “in the quietest way in the world. Or rather it found <em>him</em>⁠—for everything finds him; I mean finds him right. You’ll think we do such things strangely⁠—but at my age,” she smiled, “one has to accept one’s conditions. Our young man’s people had seen her; one of his sisters, a charming woman⁠—we know all about them⁠—had observed her somewhere with me. She had spoken to her brother⁠—turned him on; and we were again observed, poor Jeanne and I, without our in the least knowing it. It was at the beginning of the winter; it went on for some time; it outlasted our absence; it began again on our return; and it luckily seems all right. The young man had met Chad, and he got a friend to approach him⁠—as having a decent interest in us. <abbr>Mr.</abbr> Newsome looked well before he leaped; he kept beautifully quiet and satisfied himself fully; then only he spoke. It’s what has for some time past occupied us. It seems as if it were what would do; really, really all one could wish. There are only two or three points to be settled⁠—they depend on her father. But this time I think we’re safe.”</p>