Gridley, a disappointed suitor, has been here to-day and has been alarming.

We are not to be put in bodily fear, and that ill-conditioned fellow shall be held to bail again.

From the ceiling, foreshortened Allegory, in the person of one impossible Roman upside down, points with the arm of Samson (out of joint, and an odd one) obtrusively toward the window.

Why should Mr.Tulkinghorn, for such no reason, look out of window?
Is the hand not always pointing there?
So he does not look out of window.
And if he did, what would it be to see a woman going by?
There are women enough in the world, Mr.Tulkinghorn thinks--too many; they are at the bottom of all that goes wrong in it, though, for the matter of that, they create business for lawyers.

What would it be to see a woman going by, even though she were going secretly?
They are all secret.