"Then as you haven't seen yours you naturally haven't seen mine.

There it is." After which he proceeded, with a certain abruptness, to a sharp interrogation.

"NOW do you say she doesn't hate me ?" Strether hesitated.

"'She'-- ?" "Yes--Mother.

We called it Sarah, but it comes to the same thing." "Ah," Strether objected, "not to the same thing as her hating YOU." On which--though as if for an instant it had hung fire--Chad remarkably replied: "Well, if they hate my good friend, THAT comes to the same thing." It had a note of inevitable truth that made Strether take it as enough, feel he wanted nothing more.