I expect you like to keep all this shut up.'
'If you wish to open up the rooms I will have it done,' she said; 'you have only to tell me.
The rooms are all furnished, and can be used.'
'Oh, no,' I said.
'No. I did not mean you to think that.'
'Perhaps you would like me to show you all over the west wing?' she said.
I shook my head.
'No, I'd rather not,' I said. 'No, I must go downstairs.'
I began to walk down the stairs, and she came with me, by my side, as though she were a warder, and I in custody.
'Any time, when you have nothing to do, you have only to ask me, and I will show you the rooms in the west wing,' she persisted, making me vaguely uncomfortable. I knew not why.
Her insistence struck a chord in my memory, reminding me of a visit to a friend's house, as a child, when the daughter of the house, older than me, took my arm and whispered in my ear,
'I know where there is a book, locked in a cupboard, in my mother's bedroom.
Shall we go and look at it?'
I remembered her white, excited face, and her small, beady eyes, and the way she kept pinching my arm.
'I will have the dust-sheets removed, and then you can see the rooms as they looked when they were used,' said Mrs Danvers.
'I would have shown you this morning, but I believed you to be writing letters in the morning-room.
You have only to telephone through to my room, you know, when you want me.
It would only take a short while to have the rooms in readiness.'
We had come down the short flight of stairs, and she opened another door, standing aside for me to pass through, her dark eyes questing my face.
'It's very kind of you, Mrs Danvers,' I said.
'I will let you know some time.'
We passed out together on to the landing beyond, and I saw we were at the head of the main staircase now, behind the minstrel's gallery.
'I wonder how you came to miss your way?' she said, 'the door through the west wing is very different to this.'
'I did not come this way,' I said.
'Then you must have come up the back way, from the stone passage?' she said.
'Yes,' I said, not meeting her eyes. 'Yes, I came through a stone passage.'
She went on looking at me, as though she expected me to tell her why I left the morning-room in sudden panic, going through the back regions, and I felt suddenly that she knew, that she must have watched me, that she had seen me wandering perhaps in that west wing from the first, her eye to a crack in the door.
'Mrs Lacy, and Major Lacy, have been here some time,' she said.
'I heard their car drive up shortly after twelve.'
'Oh!' I said. 'I had not realised that.'
'Frith will have taken them to the morning-room,' she said: 'it must be getting on for half past twelve.
You know your way now, don't you?'
'Yes, Mrs Danvers,' I said.
And I went down the big stairway into the hall, knowing she was standing there above me, her eyes watching me.
I knew I must go back now, to the morning-room, and meet Maxim's sister and her husband.
I could not hide in my bedroom now.
As I went into the drawing-room I glanced back, over my shoulder, and I saw Mrs Danvers still standing there at the head of the stairs, like a black sentinel.
I stood for a moment outside the morning-room, with my hand on the door, listening to the hum of voices.
Maxim had returned, then, while I had been upstairs, bringing his agent with him I supposed, for it sounded to me as if the room was full of people.
I was aware of the same feeling of sick uncertainty I had experienced so often as a child, when summoned to shake hands with visitors, and turning the handle of the door I blundered in, to be met at once, it seemed, with a sea of faces and a general silence.
'Here she is at last,' said Maxim.
'Where have you been hiding?
We were thinking of sending out a search party.
Here is Beatrice, and this is Giles, and this is Frank Crawley.
Look out, you nearly trod on the dog.'
Beatrice was tall, broad-shouldered, very handsome, very much like Maxim about the eyes and jaw, but not as smart as I had expected, much tweedier; the sort of person who would nurse dogs through distemper, know about horses, shoot well.
She did not kiss me.
She shook hands very firmly, looking me straight in the eyes, and then turned to Maxim.
'Quite different from what I expected.
Doesn't answer to your description at all.'