Mrs. Grose immediately and violently entered, breaking, even while there pierced through my sense of ruin a prodigious private triumph, into breathless reassurance.

“She isn’t there, little lady, and nobody’s there⁠—and you never see nothing, my sweet! How can poor Miss Jessel⁠—when poor Miss Jessel’s dead and buried? We know, don’t we, love?”⁠—and she appealed, blundering in, to the child. “It’s all a mere mistake and a worry and a joke⁠—and we’ll go home as fast as we can!”