“Of who else?”

There was so obviously no one else that the next moment I had lost my impression of her having accidentally said more than she meant; and I merely asked what I wanted to know. “Did she see anything in the boy⁠—?”

“That wasn’t right? She never told me.”

I had a scruple, but I overcame it. “Was she careful⁠—particular?”

Mrs. Grose appeared to try to be conscientious. “About some things⁠—yes.”

“But not about all?”

Again she considered. “Well, miss⁠—she’s gone. I won’t tell tales.”