"Well, caught is the wrong word. I have not actually _caught_ her at it.
Only to-day I distinctly heard her at my door, and I saw her back as she turned to run away, when I went towards her."
"But you followed her, of course?"
"Yes, but I did not find her on the landing when I got outside."
"Where was she, then?"
"I don"t know."
"But did you not go and see?"
"She slipped away with astonishing celerity," said Bessie.
"I can take no steps in the matter. If she does it again, speak to her and remonstrate."
"But I never have a chance. She is gone in a moment."
"She cannot get away so quickly as all that."
"Somehow she does."
"And you are sure it is Jane?" again I asked; and again she replied: "If not Jane, who else can it be? There is no one else in the house."
So this unpleasant matter ended, for the time. The next intimation of something of the sort proceeded from another quarter--in fact, from Jane herself. She came to me some days later and said, with some embarra.s.sment in her tone--
"If you please, ma"am, if I do not give satisfaction, I would rather leave the situation."
"Leave!" I exclaimed. "Why, I have not given you the slightest cause. I have not found fault with you for anything as yet, have I, Jane? On the contrary, I have been much pleased with the thoroughness of your work.
And you are always tidy and obliging."
"It isn"t that, ma"am; but I don"t like being watched whatever I do."
"Watched!" I repeated. "What do you mean? You surely do not suppose that I am running after you when you are engaged on your occupations. I a.s.sure you I have other and more important things to do."
"No, ma"am, I don"t suppose you do."
"Then who watches you?"
"I think it must be Miss Bessie."
"Miss Bessie!" I could say no more, I was so astounded.
"Yes, ma"am. When I am sweeping out a room, and my back is turned, I hear her at the door; and when I turn myself about, I just catch a glimpse of her running away. I see her skirts----"
"Miss Bessie is above doing anything of the sort."
"If it is not Miss Bessie, who is it, ma"am?"
There was a tone of indecision in her voice.
"My good Jane," said I, "set your mind at rest. Miss Bessie could not act as you suppose. Have you seen her on these occasions and a.s.sured yourself that it is she?"
"No, ma"am, I"ve not, so to speak, seen her face; but I know it ain"t cook, and I"m sure it ain"t you, ma"am; so who else can it be?"
I considered for some moments, and the maid stood before me in dubious mood.
"You say you saw her skirts. Did you recognise the gown? What did she wear?"
"It was a light cotton print--more like a maid"s morning dress."
"Well, set your mind at ease; Miss Bessie has not got such a frock as you describe."
"I don"t think she has," said Jane; "but there was someone at the door, watching me, who ran away when I turned myself about."
"Did she run upstairs or down?"
"I don"t know. I did go out on the landing, but there was no one there.
I"m sure it wasn"t cook, for I heard her clattering the dishes down in the kitchen at the time."
"Well, Jane, there is some mystery in this. I will not accept your notice; we will let matters stand over till we can look into this complaint of yours and discover the rights of it."
"Thank you, ma"am. I"m very comfortable here, but it is unpleasant to suppose that one is not trusted, and is spied on wherever one goes and whatever one is about."
A week later, after dinner one evening, when Bessie and I had quitted the table and left my husband to his smoke, Bessie said to me, when we were in the drawing-room together: "Mamma, it is not Jane."
"What is not Jane?" I asked.
"It is not Jane who watches me."
"Who can it be, then?"
"I don"t know."
"And how is it that you are confident that you are not being observed by Jane?"
"Because I have seen her--that is to say, her head."
"When? where?"
"Whilst dressing for dinner, I was before the gla.s.s doing my hair, when I saw in the mirror someone behind me. I had only the two candles lighted on the table, and the room was otherwise dark. I thought I heard someone stirring--just the sort of stealthy step I have come to recognise as having troubled me so often. I did not turn, but looked steadily before me into the gla.s.s, and I could see reflected therein someone--a woman with red hair. Then I moved from my place quickly. I heard steps of some person hurrying away, but I saw no one then."
"The door was open?"
"No, it was shut."
"But where did she go?"