"That's settled then," she smiled. I said: "I hope you're feeling better now, and have got over that little scare." "I don't know what got into me. It must have been a trick of the light . . . and that kitchen girl having said she saw something put it into my head. Well, I'm downright ashamed. I am that. It's not like me, I can tell you." "We're all surprised in ourselves sometimes," I said. She nodded. "I'll get a message over to Amos," she told me. That night I was disturbed again. There was someone in the house who made nocturnal visits. I was wakened again and saw that it was two o'clock—the same time as before. First the awareness that someone was below and then the creak of a door and the sound of stealthy footsteps. It was either Dickon or Amos, I told myself. Their amorous adventures were really no concern of mine. I turned over and went to sleep. The following afternoon I walked to Amos Carew's house.
