It's the sight of that in fact that has upset Waymarsh.

He can bear it--the way I strike him as going--no longer.

That's only the climax of his original feeling.

He wants me to quit; and he must have written to Woollett that I'm in peril of perdition." "Ah good!" she murmured.

"But is it only your supposition ?" "I make it out--it explains." "Then he denies ?--or you haven't asked him ?" "I've not had time," Strether said; "I made it out but last night, putting various things together, and I've not been since then face to face with him." She wondered.