" "He only peeps?" "I hope it will be confined to that!" She had now let go my hand; she turned away a little. A faint marshlight struggling upwards from all the ordure through the bristling grey-green weeds. "And where's Miles?" she went on. He knew me as well as I knew him; and so, in the cold, faint twilight, with a glimmer in the high glass and another on the polish of the oak stair below, we faced each other in our common intensity.