Chapter 6I slept fitfully at first, anticipating a further visitation from Kit, but he did not appear. His appearance earlier and the thought that he was warning me rather than raging at me, was a thought that left me deeply unsettled and almost wishing that he would appear so that I could ask him.
Later, I heard the usual scratching and trickling of water. Somehow my brush with death made these seem more ominous than they had done before. I felt at last the horror of what being incarcerated alive must have been like. But weariness eventually overcame me, and finally, I slept.
I woke with a start, to Phoebe shaking me roughly. My eyes opened and looked up blank and gritty-eyed. Phoebe, seeing I was now awake, took a step back from my bedside.
“Sir, Mr Stoves wants to know if you still i
