And, on the other hand, those Others--the one with the taloned claws behind the piano, the one with the black-hooded eyes--were stronger, more threatening, more dominating.
But, beyond her influence on the house, Mrs.Carter, in her own physical and actual presence, tortured Henry.

When she was in the room, Henry suffered agony.

He would creep away were he allowed, and, if that were not possible, then he would retreat into the most distant corner and watch.

If he were in the room his eyes never left Mrs.Carter for a moment, and it was this brooding gaze more than his disapproval that irritated her.

"You never can tell with poor little dears when they're 'queer' what fancies they'll take.