The Turn of the Screw

XII

XIIThe particular impression I had received proved in the morninglight, I repeat, not quite successfully presentable to Mrs. Grose,though I reinforced it with the mention of still another remarkthat he had made before we separated. “It alllies in half adozen words,” I said to her, “words that really settlethe matter. ‘Think, you know, what I MIGHT do!’ Hethrew that off to show me how good he is. He knows down to theground what he ‘might’ do. That’s what he gavethem a taste of at school.”

“Lord, you do change!” cried my friend.

“I don’t change—I simply make it out. Thefour, depend upon it, perpetually meet. If on either of these lastnights you had been with either child, you would clearly haveunderstood. The more I’ve watched and waited the moreI’ve felt that if there were nothing else to