I really can't construct any reasonable explanation on those lines." "Why not?
Some people have a passion for spying and eavesdropping.

If I were such a person, dumped in a country village with nothing to do, I think I could have amused myself a good deal last night, in that observation post.

Through that hole I told you of, one could see the lights and the dancing on the lawn, and watch the boats on the lake.

She could hear the music, and if anyone did happen to be talking secrets just under the yews, she could have heard every word, quite easily." Involuntarily he looked at Helena, Helena was looking at the grass.

Was it mere fancy, or was there a sudden pinkness in her cheeks?
Buntingford too seemed to have a slightly conscious air.