This brings Mr Montague dangerously close to the murder and I must own that I rather wish I had not discovered it. It has already lost me Catherine’s favour; she has hardly spoken to me since I told her about it. Of course, it was raining heavily when I reached Belston again, and she assures me that her yellow bonnet is now quite ruined because I was so late in returning with the carriage. But I think that my worst offence lies in mistaking her instructions. When she said that I must find out what was happening here, she did not, of course, mean that I must find out just anything, but that I must discover things that pleased her. How foolish of me to misunderstand. However, as somebody says somewhere in Shakespeare – and I believe it is in connection with a murder – ‘what is done cannot be undone.’ And I certainly cannot undo my morning’s work, nor cease to know what I know. I believe that all I can do now is to carry on my enquiries and discover what I may.
