"Then get me out!" Her face fairly brightened for the joy of the appeal, but, as if it were a question of immediate action, she visibly considered.

"Out of waiting for him ?--of seeing him at all ?" "Oh no--not that," said poor Strether, looking grave.

"I've got to wait for him--and I want very much to see him.

But out of the terror.
You did put your finger on it a few minutes ago.

It's general, but it avails itself of particular occasions.