With the recollection of that glance there sprang almost simultaneously before her mental vision the grim and forbidding features of her brother's servant, Thalassa.
If she had been asked, Mrs.Pendleton could not have given a satisfactory reason for linking Thalassa with the incident of the eyes, but she was a woman, and not concerned about reasons.

The two impressions had scurried swiftfooted, into her mind together, and there they remained.

She was now convinced that she had all along believed it was Thalassa she had seen watching through the door, watching and listening for some fell purpose of his own.

She knew nothing about Thalassa, but she had taken an instant dislike to him when she first saw him.

That vague dislike now assumed the form of active suspicion against him.