Eleanor

The possessed, miserable look came back. She remembered that she hated me–that I had thwarted her. Yet I was able to persuade her to go back to her room. I promised that we would have more talk to-day. And when she had safely shut her own door–you know that tiled ante-room, that leads to her room?–I found the key of it, and locked it safely from outside. That’s one access to her. The other is through the room in which Dalgetty was sleeping. I’d have given a good deal to warn Dalgetty, but I dared not risk it. She had not heard Alice go out by the ante-room, but she told me the other day the smallest sound in her own room woke her. So I felt tolerably safe, and I went to bed.–Eleanor! do you think that child saw or knew anything of it?