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"
Oh
,
yes
!
I
know
that
!
I
know
that
,
but
do
you
know
what
day
it
is
?
"
On
my
saying
that
I
did
not
understand
,
she
went
on
:
"
It
is
the
eve
of
St.
George
's
Day
.
Do
you
not
know
that
tonight
,
when
the
clock
strikes
midnight
,
all
the
evil
things
in
the
world
will
have
full
sway
?
Do
you
know
where
you
are
going
,
and
what
you
are
going
to
?
"
She
was
in
such
evident
distress
that
I
tried
to
comfort
her
,
but
without
effect
.
Finally
,
she
went
down
on
her
knees
and
implored
me
not
to
go
;
at
least
to
wait
a
day
or
two
before
starting
.
It
was
all
very
ridiculous
but
I
did
not
feel
comfortable
.
However
,
there
was
business
to
be
done
,
and
I
could
allow
nothing
to
interfere
with
it
.
I
tried
to
raise
her
up
,
and
said
,
as
gravely
as
I
could
,
that
I
thanked
her
,
but
my
duty
was
imperative
,
and
that
I
must
go
.
She
then
rose
and
dried
her
eyes
,
and
taking
a
crucifix
from
her
neck
offered
it
to
me
.
I
did
not
know
what
to
do
,
for
,
as
an
English
Churchman
,
I
have
been
taught
to
regard
such
things
as
in
some
measure
idolatrous
,
and
yet
it
seemed
so
ungracious
to
refuse
an
old
lady
meaning
so
well
and
in
such
a
state
of
mind
.
She
saw
,
I
suppose
,
the
doubt
in
my
face
,
for
she
put
the
rosary
round
my
neck
and
said
,
"
For
your
mother
's
sake
,
"
and
went
out
of
the
room
.
I
am
writing
up
this
part
of
the
diary
whilst
I
am
waiting
for
the
coach
,
which
is
,
of
course
,
late
;
and
the
crucifix
is
still
round
my
neck
.
Whether
it
is
the
old
lady
's
fear
,
or
the
many
ghostly
traditions
of
this
place
,
or
the
crucifix
itself
,
I
do
not
know
,
but
I
am
not
feeling
nearly
as
easy
in
my
mind
as
usual
.
