"You wanted to have been put through the whole thing." Strether again, for a moment, said nothing; he turned his eyes away, and they lost themselves, through the open window, in the dusky outer air.

"I shall learn from the Bank here where they're now having their letters, and my last word, which I shall write in the morning and which they're expecting as my ultimatum, will so immediately reach them." The light of his plural pronoun was sufficiently reflected in his companion's face as he again met it; and he completed his demonstration.

He pursued indeed as if for himself.

"Of course I've first to justify what I shall do." "You're justifying it beautifully!" Chad declared.
"It's not a question of advising you not to go," Strether said, "but of absolutely preventing you, if possible, from so much as thinking of it.
Let me accordingly appeal to you by all you hold sacred." Chad showed a surprise.

"What makes you think me capable-- ?" "You'd not only be, as I say, a brute; you'd be," his companion went on in the same way, "a criminal of the deepest dye." Chad gave a sharper look, as if to gauge a possible suspicion.