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Chapter 5
Ontheoldtower.”
Shecouldonlylookatmeharder.“Doyoumeanhe’sastranger?”
“Oh,verymuch!”
“Yetyoudidn’ttellme?”
“No—forreasons.Butnowthatyou’veguessed—”
Mrs.Grose’sroundeyesencounteredthischarge.“Ah,Ihaven’tguessed!”shesaidverysimply.“HowcanIifyoudon’timagine?”
“Idon’tintheveryleast.”
“You’veseenhimnowherebutonthetower?”
“Andonthisspotjustnow.”
Mrs.Groselookedroundagain.“Whatwashedoingonthetower?”
“Onlystandingthereandlookingdownatme.”
Shethoughtaminute.“Washeagentleman?”
IfoundIhadnoneedtothink.“No.”Shegazedindeeperwonder.“No.”
“Thennobodyabouttheplace?Nobodyfromthevillage?”
“Nobody—nobody.Ididn’ttellyou,butImadesure.”
Shebreathedavaguerelief:thiswas,oddly,somuchtothegood.Itonlywentindeedalittleway.“Butifheisn’tagentleman—”
“Whatishe?He’sahorror.”
“Ahorror?”
“He’s—GodhelpmeifIknowwhatheis!”
Mrs.Groselookedroundoncemore;shefixedhereyesontheduskierdistance,then,pullingherselftogether,turnedtomewithabruptinconsequence.“It’stimeweshouldbeatchurch.”
“Oh,I’mnotfitforchurch!”
“Won’titdoyougood?”
“Itwon’tdothem!—Inoddedatthehouse.
“Thechildren?”
“Ican’tleavethemnow.”
“You’reafraid—?”
Ispokeboldly.“I’mafraidofhim.”
Mrs.
