"I told her," said Waymarsh, "that it would have been a bright idea if she had only carried it out before." Strether pronounced it so bright as to be almost dazzling.

"But why HASn't she carried it out before?
She has seen me every day--she had only to name her hour.

I've been waiting and waiting." "Well, I told her you had.

And she has been waiting too." It was, in the oddest way in the world, on the showing of this tone, a genial new pressing coaxing Waymarsh; a Waymarsh conscious with a different consciousness from any he had yet betrayed, and actually rendered by it almost insinuating.

He lacked only time for full persuasion, and Strether was to see in a moment why.