Mrs. Grose looked round again. What was he doing on the tower?
Only standing there and looking down at me.
She thought a minute. Was he a gentleman?
I found I had no need to think. No. She gazed in deeper wonder. No.
Then nobody about the place? Nobody from the village?
Nobodynobody. I didnt tell you, but I made sure.
She breathed a vague relief: this was, oddly, so much to the good. It only went indeed a little way. But if he isnt a gentleman
What is he? Hes a horror.
HesGod help me if I know what he is!
Mrs. Grose looked round once more; she fixed her eyes on the duskier distance, then, pulling herself together, turned to me with abrupt inconsequence. Its time we should be at church.
Oh, Im not fit for church!
Wont it do you good?
It wont do them! I nodded at the house.
I cant leave them now.
I spoke boldly. Im afraid of him.
Mrs. Groses large face showed me, at this, for the first time, the faraway faint glimmer of a consciousness more acute: I somehow made out in it the delayed dawn of an idea I myself had not given her and that was as yet quite obscure to me. It comes back to me that I thought instantly of this as something I could get from her; and I felt it to be connected with the desire she presently showed to know more. When was iton the tower?
About the middle of the month. At this same hour.
Almost at dark, said Mrs. Grose.
Oh, no, not nearly. I saw him as I see you.
Then how did he get in?
And how did he get out? I laughed. I had no opportunity to ask him! This evening, you see, I pursued, he has not been able to get in.
He only peeps?
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