And Teresa was far away in Italy.
The clock on the mantelpiece struck five; the punctual parlour-maid appeared with her mistress's customary cup of tea.

Mrs.Gallilee asked for the governess.

The servant answered that Miss Minerva was in her room.
"Where are the young ladies ?" "My master has taken them out for a walk." "Have they had their music lesson ?" "Not yet, ma'am.

Mr.Le Frank left word yesterday that he would come at six this evening." "Does Mr.Gallilee know that ?" "I heard Miss Minerva tell my master, while I was helping the young ladies to get ready." "Very well.

Ask Miss Minerva to come here, and speak to me." Miss Minerva sat at the open window of her bedroom, looking out vacantly at the backs of houses, in the street behind Fairfield Gardens.
The evil spirit was the dominant spirit in her again.