After peeping out again,Jarber came back to his chair with a tender air,and asked:"How does it worry you,S-arah?""It is a mystery to me,"said I."Of course every house IS a mystery,more or less;but,something that I don't care to mention"(for truly the Eye was so slight a thing to mention that I was more than half ashamed of it),"has made that House so mysterious to me,and has so fixed it in my mind,that I have had no peace for a month.I foresee that I shall have no peace,either,until Trottle comes to me,next Monday."I might have mentioned before,that there is a lone-standing jealousy between Trottle and Jarber;and that there is never any love lost between those two.
"TROTTLE,"petulantly repeated Jarber,with a little flourish of his cane;"how is TROTTLE to restore the lost peace of Sarah?""He will exert himself to find out something about the House.Ihave fallen into that state about it,that I really must discover by some means or other,good or bad,fair or foul,how and why it is that that House remains To Let.""And why Trottle?Why not,"putting his little hat to his heart;"why not,Jarber?
"To tell you the truth,I have never thought of Jarber in the matter.And now I do think of Jarber,through your having the kindness to suggest him--for which I am really and truly obliged to you--I don't think he could do it.""Sarah!"
"I think it would be too much for you,Jarber.""Sarah!"
"There would be coming and going,and fetching and carrying,Jarber,and you might catch cold.""Sarah!What can be done by Trottle,can be done by me.I am on terms of acquaintance with every person of responsibility in this parish.I am intimate at the Circulating Library.I converse daily with the Assessed Taxes.I lodge with the Water Rate.I know the Medical Man.I lounge habitually at the House Agent's.I dine with the Churchwardens.I move to the Guardians.Trottle!A person in the sphere of a domestic,and totally unknown to society!""Don't be warm,Jarber.In mentioning Trottle,I have naturally relied on my Right-Hand,who would take any trouble to gratify even a whim of his old mistress's.But,if you can find out anything to help to unravel the mystery of this House to Let,I shall be fully as much obliged to you as if there was never a Trottle in the land."Jarber rose and put on his little cloak.A couple of fierce brass lions held it tight round his little throat;but a couple of the mildest Hares might have done that,I am sure."Sarah,"he said,"Igo.Expect me on Monday evening,the Sixth,when perhaps you will give me a cup of tea;--may I ask for no Green?Adieu!"This was on a Thursday,the second of December.When I reflected that Trottle would come back on Monday,too,I had My misgivings as to the difficulty of keeping the two powers from open warfare,and indeed I was more uneasy than I quite like to confess.However,the empty House swallowed up that thought next morning,as it swallowed up most other thoughts now,and the House quite preyed upon me all that day,and all the Saturday.
It was a very wet Sunday:raining and blowing from morning to night.When the bells rang for afternoon church,they seemed to ring in the commotion of the puddles as well as in the wind,and they sounded very loud and dismal indeed,and the street looked very dismal indeed,and the House looked dismallest of all.
I was reading my prayers near the light,and my fire was growing in the darkening window-glass,when,looking up,as I prayed for the fatherless children and widows and all who were desolate and oppressed,--I saw the Eye again.It passed in a moment,as it had done before;but,this time,I was inwardly more convinced that Ihad seen it.
