The little blue paper of the evening before, plainly an object the more precious for its escape from premature destruction, now lay on the sill of the open window, smoothed out afresh and kept from blowing away by the superincumbent weight of his watch.

Chad, looking about with careless and competent criticism, as he looked wherever he went immediately espied it and permitted himself to fix it for a moment rather hard.

After which he turned his eyes to his host.

"It has come then at last ?" Strether paused in the act of pinning his necktie.

"Then you know--?
You've had one too ?" "No, I've had nothing, and I only know what I see.