″‘He was looking for someone else, you say—someone who was not you?’
‘He was looking for little Miles.’ A portentous clearness now possessed me. ‘That’s whom he was looking for.’
‘But how do you know?’
‘I know, I know, I know!’ My exaltation grew.‘“And you know, my dear!’
“It would have been impossible to carry a bad name with a greater sweetness of innocence, and by the time I had got back to Bly with him I remained merely bewildered—so far, that is, as I was not outraged—by the sense of the horrible letter locked up in my room, in a drawer. As soon as I could compass a private word with Mrs. Grose I declared to her that it was grotesque.
She promptly understood me. ‘You mean the cruel charge—?’
‘It doesn’t live an instant. My dear woman, LOOK at him!‘”
″‘Oh, it wasn’t him!’ Mrs. Grose with emphasis declared. ‘It was Quint’s own fancy. To play with him, I mean—to spoil him.’ She paused a moment; then she added: ‘Quint was much too free.’
This gave me, straight from my vision of his face—such a face!—a sudden sickness of disgust. ‘Too free with my boy?’
‘Too free with everyone!‘”
“Miss Jessel stood before us on the opposite bank exactly as she had stood the other time, and I remember, strangely, as the first feeling now produced in me, my thrill of joy at having brought on a proof. She was there, and I was justified; she was there, and I was neither cruel nor mad. She was there for poor scared Mrs. Grose, but she was there most for Flora ...”