“Thank you, sir.”

“Do you like this sunrise, Jane? That sky with its high and light clouds which are sure to melt away as the day waxes warm⁠—this placid and balmly atmosphere?”

“I do, very much.”

“You have passed a strange night, Jane.”

“Yes, sir.”

“And it has made you look pale⁠—were you afraid when I left you alone with Mason?”

“I was afraid of someone coming out of the inner room.”

“But I had fastened the door⁠—I had the key in my pocket: I should have been a careless shepherd if I had left a lamb⁠—my pet lamb⁠—so near a wolf’s den, unguarded: you were safe.”

“Will Grace Poole live here still, sir?”