The man stops and suspects some little woodland citizen as the cause of the unexplained movement; thus it is in the affairs of life.

We do some innocent thing and are puzzled to explain how it brings about remote mischief.
Meanwhile an unendurable craving for drink beset the man Lamb, who was the prey of slowly lessening delusions.

Guardian Billy chewed his daily supply of tobacco and sat at the window in the hot second-storey room feeding Lamb with brief phrases concerning what he saw on the street.
"Oh! there go Squire's horses for exercise; Joe's on Lucy." "Damn Lucy! Do you go to mother's room--" "What for ?" "Oh, she keeps her money in it, and Mrs.Penhallow paid her in advance the day she left." "Can't do it," said Billy, who had strict orders not to leave Lamb alone.
"Oh, just look in the top drawer.

She keeps a bit of money rolled up in one of her stockings.

That will get me a little whisky and you lots of tobacco." "Can't do it," said Billy.