while I looked at him, he steadied himself. I never saw such an exhibition of self-control. He drew a long breath.
"How can I help?" he asked quietly.
"By being quite frank with me."
He looked at me in a meaning way.
"Miss Brickley is familiar with all the circumstances," said Mme. Storey, "and she possesses my entire confidence. Nothing that transpires in this room is ever heard outside of it, unless I choose that it shall be."
"Of course," he murmured. "Still, I don't see how I..."
when she got up. I scarcely saw her during the day. She wanted us to rest on Sundays. Dinner was always earlier; half-past six. I had heard downstairs that the master was dining out. Mrs. Whittall didn't dress for dinner on Sundays. She came up from the table in less than half an hour. I was in her room then..."