“What did you do, you naughty, bad thing? Why in the world, to worry us so⁠—and take our thoughts off, too, don’t you know?⁠—did you desert us at the very door?” I couldn’t meet such questions nor, as they asked them, their false little lovely eyes; yet it was all so exactly what I should have to meet that, as the prospect grew sharp to me, I at last let myself go.