I now liked Ellen; she appeared equally alive and trustworthy; of the butler I could not say as much.

He struck me as secretive.

Also, he had begun to manifest a certain antagonism to myself.

Whence sprang this antagonism?
Did it have its source in my temperament, or in his?
A question possibly not worth answering and yet it very well might be.

Who could know?
Pondering this and other subjects, I remained in my cozy little room up-stairs, till the clock verging on to twelve told me that it was nearly time for Mrs.Packard's return.
Hardly knowing my duties as yet, or what she might expect of me, I kept my door open, meaning to speak to her when she came in.