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all still sometimes brushed my brow like the wing of a bat;



and I remember how on this occasion--for the sleeping house and

the concentration alike of our danger and our watch seemed to help--



I felt the importance of giving the last jerk to the curtain.

"I don't believe anything so horrible," I recollect saying;



"no, let us put it definitely, my dear, that I don't. But if I did,

you know, there's a thing I should require now, just without sparing



you the least bit more--oh, not a scrap, come!--to get out of you.

What was it you had in mind when, in our distress, before Miles came back,



over the letter from his school, you said, under my insistence,

that you didn't pretend for him that he had not literally EVER



been `bad'? He has NOT literally `ever,' in these weeks that I

myself have lived with him and so closely watched him; he has been



an imperturbable little prodigy of delightful, lovable goodness.

Therefore you might perfectly have made the claim for him



if you had not, as it happened, seen an exception to take.

What was your exception, and to what passage in your personal



observation of him did you refer?"

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rate, before the gray dawn admonished us to separate I had got my answer.

What my friend had had in mind proved to be immensely to the purpose.



It was neither more nor less than the circumstance that for a period

of several months Quint and the boy had been perpetually together.



It was in fact the very appropriate truth that she had ventured to criticize

the propriety, to hint at the incongruity, of so close an alliance,



and even to go so far on the subject as a frank overture to Miss Jessel.

Miss Jessel had, with a most strange manner, requested her to mind her



business, and the good woman had, on this, directly approached little Miles.

What she had said to him, since I pressed, was that SHE liked to see



young gentlemen not forget their station.

I pressed again, of course, at this. "You reminded him that Quint



was only a base menial?"

"As you might say! And it was his answer, for one thing,



that was bad."

"And for another thing?" I waited. "He repeated your words to Quint?"



"No, not that. It's just what he WOULDN'T!" she could

still impress upon me. "I was sure, at any rate," she added,



"that he didn't. But he denied certain occasions."

"What occasions?"



"When they had been about together quite as if Quint were his tutor--

and a very grand one--and Miss Jessel only for the little lady.



When he had gone off with the fellow, I mean, and spent hours with him."

"He then prevaricated about it--he said he hadn't?"



Her assent was clear enough to cause me to add in a moment:

"I see. He lied."



"Oh!" Mrs. Grose mumbled. This was a suggestion that it didn't matter;

which indeed she backed up by a further remark. "You see, after all,



Miss Jessel didn't mind. She didn't forbid him."

I considered. "Did he put that to you as a justification?"



At this she dropped again. "No, he never spoke of it."

"Never mentioned her in connection with Quint?"



She saw, visibly flushing, where I was coming out. "Well, he didn't

show anything. He denied," she repeated; "he denied."



Lord, how I pressed her now! "So that you could see he knew

what was between the two wretches?"



"I don't know--I don't know!" the poor woman groaned.

"You do know, you dear thing," I replied; "only you haven't



my dreadfulboldness of mind, and you keep back, out of timidity

and modesty and delicacy, even the impression that, in the past,



when you had, without my aid, to flounder about in silence,

most of all made you miserable. But I shall get it out of you yet!



There was something in the boy that suggested to you," I continued,

"that he covered and concealed their relation."



"Oh, he couldn't prevent--"

"Your learning the truth? I daresay! But, heavens," I fell,



with vehemence, athinking, "what it shows that they must,

to that extent, have succeeded in making of him!"



"Ah, nothing that's not nice NOW!" Mrs. Grose lugubriously pleaded.




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