“What made her suspect that things were wrong?” asked Theodore, Mrs. Dugget having paused at this point of her narrative. “Oh, sir, servants always know! They can’t live six months in a house without finding out how the land lies. They’ve got so little to think of, you see, except their masters and mistresses. You can’t wonder if they’re always on the watch and the listen, meaning no harm, poor things. If you was shut up in a stuffy little kitchen all day, never seeing no one but the lads from the tradespeople for two or three minutes at a time, you’d watch and you’d listen. It’s human nature. People don’t like reading servants, and they don’t like gadding servants; so they must put up with servants that think a good deal of what’s going on round them. The housemaid told me she was sure from the solitary way Mr. and Mrs. Danvers lived that there was a screw loose somewhere. ‘No one never comes near them,’ she said, ‘and she never goes nowhere except for a walk with him. No visitors, no friends. I can’t think how she bears her life. She hasn’t a party-gown, even. If anybody asked her to a party she couldn’t go. When he took her abroad last month she was all in a fluster and excitement, just like a child, or like a prisoner that’s going to be let out of prison. She shook hands with cook and me when she said good-bye, and that isn’t like her. “I feel so happy, Jane,” she says, “I don’t know what I’m doing.” No more I think she did. She looked quite wild with pleasure, and quite young too in her new bonnet, although in a general way she looks older than him.’ And then the girl told me how fond she was of him, although she showed her temper now and then, even to him. Not often, the girl said, and any quarrel with him threw her into a dreadful way afterwards, and she would lie awake and sob all night long. The girl had heard her, for it was a trumpery little house, though it was pretty to look at, and the walls were very thin. I could see with my own eyes that it wasn’t much of a house, a sort of dressed-up cottage, smothered with creepers up to the roof. It looked pretty and countrified after the Temple, and I could understand that Mr. Dalbrook liked living in such a lovely place as Camberwell Grove.” “Did you find out what the lady was like?” asked Theodore.