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Grose as I did there, over and over, in the small hours that with their voices in the air, their pressure on one's heart, and their fragrant faces against one's cheek, everything fell to the ground but their incapacity and their beauty.
To mark, for the house, the high state I cultivated I decreed that my meals with the boy should be served, as we called it, downstairs; so that I had been awaiting him in the ponderous pomp of the room outside of the window of which I had had from Mrs. Grose, that first scared Sunday, my flash of something it would scarce have done to call light.
She passed that night, by the most tacit, and I should add, were not the word so grotesque a false note, the happiest of arrangements, with Mrs. Grose. I saw neither of them on my return, but, on the other hand, as by an ambiguous compensation, I saw a great deal of Miles. I saw I can use no other phrase so much of him that it was as if it were more than it had ever been.
He was sentenced, by old Judge Grose, to be imprisoned in his Majesty's gaol of Lincoln for eighteen calendar months, and to give security for his keeping the peace far five years from that time.
There was something in the boy that suggested to you," I continued, "that he covered and concealed their relation." "Oh, he couldn't prevent " "Your learning the truth? I daresay! But, heavens," I fell, with vehemence, athinking, "what it shows that they must, to that extent, have succeeded in making of him!" "Ah, nothing that's not nice NOW!" Mrs. Grose lugubriously pleaded.
"The circumstances of his death?" I thought with some intensity. "Perhaps not. But Miles would remember Miles would know." "Ah, don't try him!" broke from Mrs. Grose. I returned her the look she had given me. "Don't be afraid." I continued to think. "It IS rather odd." "That he has never spoken of him?" "Never by the least allusion. And you tell me they were 'great friends'?"
Then, as she released me, I made it out to her, made it out perhaps only now with full coherency even to myself. "Two hours ago, in the garden" I could scarce articulate "Flora SAW!" Mrs. Grose took it as she might have taken a blow in the stomach. "She has told you?" she panted. "Not a word that's the horror. She kept it to herself! The child of eight, THAT child!"
"'Ken ye aught of Captain Grose Igo and ago. Is he amang friends or foes? Iram, coram, dago. "Who set the dragoons on you?" said Donald. "That's the question." "By God, then, it's easily answered," said Matier. "I'll give it to you in the words of the poet "'Letters four do form his name. He let them loose and cried Halloo! To him alone the praise is due. "P.I.T.T. Does that content you?"
Soon after Grose took command of the colony there arrived an American ship with a cargo of provisions and rum for sale. The American skipper would not sell the provisions without the purchaser also bought the spirits. This was the beginning of the rum traffic; and ships frequently arrived afterwards with stores, and always with quantities of spirits rum from America and brandy from the Cape.
With no counsel to take, the next day, I was full of distress; and it finally got so the better of me that I determined to open myself at least to Mrs. Grose. "What does it mean? The child's dismissed his school." She gave me a look that I remarked at the moment; then, visibly, with a quick blankness, seemed to try to take it back. "But aren't they all ?" "Sent home yes. But only for the holidays.
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