"If she was a ghost," was her final expression on the subject, "she
could'nt go peramberlating this house more than she does. It seems
as if she could'nt keep still a minute. Upstairs and down, upstairs
and down, till we're most wild. And so white as she is and so
trembling! Why her hands shake so all the time she never dares lift a
dish off the table. And then the way she hangs about Mr. Blake's door
when he's at home! She never goes in, that's the oddest part of it,
but walks up and down before it, wringing her hands and talking to
herself just like a mad woman. Why, I have seen her almost put her
hand on the knob twice in an afternoon perhaps, then draw back as if
she was afraid it would burn her; and if by any chance the door
opened and Mr. Blake came out, you ought to have seen how she run.
What it all means I don't know, but I have my imaginings, and if she
is'nt crazy, why--" etc., etc.
In face of facts like these I felt it would be pure insanity to
despair. Let there be but a mystery, though it involved a man of the
position of Mr. Blake and I was safe. My only apprehension had been
that the whole affair would dissolve itself into an ordinary
elopement or some such common-place matter.
Where, therefore, a few minutes later, Fanny announced that Mr.
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