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Chapter 5
Grose’slargefaceshowedme,atthis,forthefirsttime,thefarawayfaintglimmerofaconsciousnessmoreacute:IsomehowmadeoutinitthedelayeddawnofanideaImyselfhadnotgivenherandthatwasasyetquiteobscuretome.ItcomesbacktomethatIthoughtinstantlyofthisassomethingIcouldgetfromher;andIfeltittobeconnectedwiththedesireshepresentlyshowedtoknowmore.“Whenwasit—onthetower?”
“Aboutthemiddleofthemonth.Atthissamehour.”
“Almostatdark,”saidMrs.Grose.
“Oh,no,notnearly.IsawhimasIseeyou.”
“Thenhowdidhegetin?”
“Andhowdidhegetout?”Ilaughed.“Ihadnoopportunitytoaskhim!Thisevening,yousee,”Ipursued,“hehasnotbeenabletogetin.”
“Heonlypeeps?”
“Ihopeitwillbeconfinedtothat!”Shehadnowletgomyhand;sheturnedawayalittle.Iwaitedaninstant;thenIbroughtout:“Gotochurch.Goodbye.Imustwatch.”
Slowlyshefacedmeagain.“Doyoufearforthem?”
Wemetinanotherlonglook.“Don’tyou?”Insteadofansweringshecamenearertothewindowand,foraminute,appliedherfacetotheglass.“Youseehowhecouldsee,”Imeanwhilewenton.
Shedidn’tmove.“Howlongwashehere?”
“TillIcameout.Icametomeethim.”
Mrs.Groseatlastturnedround,andtherewasstillmoreinherface.“Icouldn’thavecomeout.”
“NeithercouldI!”Ilaughedagain.“ButIdidcome.Ihavemyduty.
