`Verywell！That’sallIwanttoknow。Ifpeopleapplyforyourcharacter，that’syourreason，statedbyyourself。Yougoinconsequenceofthebreakingupofthefamily。’
HeturnedawayagainbeforeIcouldsayanotherword，andwalkedoutrapidlyintothegrounds。Hismannerwasasstrangeashislanguage。I
acknowledgehealarmedme。
EventhepatienceofMrsRubellewasgettingexhausted，whenIjoinedheratthehousedoor。
`Atlast！’shesaid，withashrugofherleanforeignshoulders。Sheledthewayintotheinhabitedsideofthehouse，ascendedthestairs，andopenedwithherkeythedoorattheendofthepassage，whichcommunicatedwiththeoldElizabethanrooms——adoorneverpreviouslyused，inmytime，atBlackwaterPark。TheroomsthemselvesIknewwell，havingenteredthemmyselfonvariousoccasionsfromtheothersideofthehouse。MrsRubellestoppedatthethirddooralongtheoldgallery，handedmethekeyofit，withthekeyofthedoorofcommunication，andtoldmeIshouldfindMissHalcombeinthatroom。BeforeIwentinIthoughtitdesirabletomakeherunderstandthatherattendancehadceased。Accordingly，Itoldherinplainwordsthatthechargeofthesickladyhenceforthdevolvedentirelyonmyself。