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Chapter 7
IfeltthatIdoubtlessneedn’tpresstoohard,insuchcompany,ontheplaceofaservantinthescale;buttherewasnothingtopreventanacceptanceofmycompanion’sownmeasureofmypredecessor’sabasement.Therewasawaytodealwiththat,andIdealt;themorereadilyformyfullvision—ontheevidence—ofouremployer’slateclever,good-looking“own”man;impudent,assured,spoiled,depraved.“Thefellowwasahound.”
Mrs.Groseconsideredasifitwereperhapsalittleacaseforasenseofshades.“I’veneverseenonelikehim.Hedidwhathewished.”
“Withher?”
“Withthemall.”
Itwasasifnowinmyfriend’sowneyesMissJesselhadagainappeared.Iseemedatanyrate,foraninstant,toseetheirevocationofherasdistinctlyasIhadseenherbythepond;andIbroughtoutwithdecision:“Itmusthavebeenalsowhatshewished!”
Mrs.Grose’sfacesignifiedthatithadbeenindeed,butshesaidatthesametime:“Poorwoman—shepaidforit!”
“Thenyoudoknowwhatshediedof?”Iasked.
“No—Iknownothing.Iwantednottoknow;IwasgladenoughIdidn’t;andIthankedheavenshewaswelloutofthis!”
“Yetyouhad,then,youridea—”
“Ofherrealreasonforleaving?Oh,yes—astothat.Shecouldn’thavestayed.Fancyithere—foragoverness!AndafterwardIimagined—andIstillimagine.AndwhatIimagineisdreadful.”
“NotsodreadfulaswhatIdo,”Ireplied;onwhichImusthaveshownher—asIwasindeedbuttooconscious—afrontofmiserabledefeat
