But I did not record, I think, the fact that after I had quietly entered the house and got myself to bed, Jane came into my room.
“Oh! So you are back!” she said.
“Certainly I am back, my dear.”
It seemed unnecessary to state that neither she nor the doorway in which she stood seemed entirely steady at the moment, nor did I so state. But perhaps it was not necessary, for after eyeing me coldly for a moment, she said:
“Were you supporting the chapel half an hour ago, William, or was it supporting you?”
“I don’t know what you are talking about!”
“Don’t you?” she observed, and retired quietly, after removing my shoes from the top of my book case.
But the humiliating fact remains that I had stopped for a moment’s rest beside the chapel, and that somehow Jane knew it.
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