"I call it hideous." Her departure had been for some minutes marked as imminent, and she was already at the door that stood open to the court, from the threshold of which she delivered herself of this judgement.

It rang out so loud as to produce for the time the hush of everything else.

Strether quite, as an effect of it, breathed less bravely; he could acknowledge it, but simply enough.

"Oh if you think THAT--!" "Then all's at an end?
So much the better.

I do think that!" She passed out as she spoke and took her way straight across the court, beyond which, separated from them by the deep arch of the porte-cochere the low victoria that had conveyed her from her own hotel was drawn up.
She made for it with decision, and the manner of her break, the sharp shaft of her rejoinder, had an intensity by which Strether was at first kept in arrest.