Adventure stories; Great Britain -- History -- Charles II, 1660-1685 -- Fiction; Historical fiction
I waited in silence, straining every nerve to catch the least approach
of sound, and presently heard the sound of voices. After that all became
silent. The light still shone from the window, which as I have said was
partly hidden by an evergreen tree that grew near. The fever of
discovery was now hot upon me. I remembered the woman's words, "Find out
what you can, and how you will, but do not seek to go with me," and I
determined to act upon them. Evidently she believed that I could
discover nothing from the outside, but I believed otherwise. It was this
belief which caused me to yield to her wishes and remain outside. No
sooner, therefore, did the sound of voices cease than I went stealthily
across what had at one time been a lawn towards the evergreen tree I had
seen growing near the window. I saw in a moment that it suited my
purpose, and a few seconds later I was perched on a branch on a level
with the window from which the light had been shining, but which was now
dark even as the others were. This, as may be imagined, ruined my plans.
My desire had been to look through the window, and so watch what took
place in the room, and now everything had come to naught. Still I
waited. I reflected that the light meant some living person in the room.
It suggested that whoever lived in the old house used this part of it as
a dwelling place. Even if the light was gone now it might be brought
back presently, and I had plenty of time to wait. Meanwhile I placed
myself in a position to watch the window, while the trunk of the tree
was such an excellent protection that any one could pass under it, and
look up at it, without ever dreaming that I was there. As far as I could
judge the tree was about twenty yards from the house, thus while it was
not near enough for me to hear much, it enabled me to see clearly.
I had not been there more than a minute when a light shot from the
window again, and I was enabled to see the interior of the room. But
this was of no great use to me, even although I saw on a table many
things which were strange to me, and which even now I cannot describe.
What was of interest to me was an old man carrying a candle. I could not
see his face as plainly as I desired, for the panes of glass were small,
while in the centre of each one was a large lump which wellnigh blurred
any object which lay behind. Presently, however, I saw that one of the
panes had been broken, and by means of this I was able to see clearly.
But my range of vision was narrowed. As I have said the panes of glass
were small, and so I could not see the whole of the room; still, by
means of supporting myself by holding the trunk of the tree and
stretching as far as I could in each direction, I was able to obtain a
view of a large part of the room.
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