Besides I didn't want to.

No more would you." Strether in short explained it at a stroke.

"You can't make out over here what people do know." "Then what did you come over for ?" "Well, I suppose exactly to see for myself--without their aid." "Then what do you want mine for ?" "Oh," Strether laughed, "you're not one of THEM! I do know what you know." As, however, this last assertion caused Waymarsh again to look at him hard--such being the latter's doubt of its implications--he felt his justification lame.

Which was still more the case when Waymarsh presently said: "Look here, Strether.

Quit this." Our friend smiled with a doubt of his own.