He asked her what it was o'clock? Nine.
'Did--did no one knock at my door yesterday?' he faltered. 'Something
disturbed me; but unless you had knocked the door down, you would have
got no notice from me.'
'No one,' she replied. That was well. He had waited, almost breathless,
for her answer. It was a relief to him, if anything could be.
'Mr Nadgett wanted to see you,' she said, 'but I told him you were
tired, and had requested not to be disturbed. He said it was of little
consequence, and went away. As I was opening my window to let in the
cool air, I saw him passing through the street this morning, very early;
but he hasn't been again.'
Passing through the street that morning? Very early! Jonas trembled at
the thought of having had a narrow chance of seeing him himself; even
him, who had no object but to avoid people, and sneak on unobserved, and
keep his own secrets; and who saw nothing.
He called to her to get his breakfast ready, and prepared to go
upstairs; attiring himself in the clothes he had taken off when he came
into that room, which had been, ever since, outside the door.
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