"Ah, miss, it isn't a matter on which
I can push her! Yet it isn't either, I must say, as if I much needed to.
It has made her, every inch of her, quite old."
"Oh, I see her perfectly from here. She resents, for all
the world like some high little personage, the imputation
on her truthfulness and, as it were, her respectability.
`Miss Jessel indeed--SHE!' Ah, she's `respectable,' the chit!
The impression she gave me there yesterday was, I assure you,
the very strangest of all; it was quite beyond any of the others.
I DID put my foot in it! She'll never speak to me again."
Hideous and obscure as it all was, it held Mrs. Grose briefly silent;
then she granted my point with a frankness which, I made sure,
had more behind it. "I think indeed, miss, she never will.
She do have a grand manner about it!"
"And that manner"--I summed it up--"is practically what's the matter
with her now!"
Oh, that manner, I could see in my visitor's face, and not
a little else besides! "She asks me every three minutes if I
think you're coming in."
"I see--I see." I, too, on my side, had so much more than worked it out.
"Has she said to you since yesterday--except to repudiate her familiarity
with anything so dreadful--a single other word about Miss Jessel?"
"Not one, miss. And of course you know," my friend added,
"I took it from her, by the lake, that, just then and there
at least, there WAS nobody.
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