Chapter 20

⁠​​​‌​​​​‌‌​‌‌​‌​‌‌​‌​‌​​​‌‌‌​​​‌​​​​‌‌‌​​​‌‌‌‌‌​​​‌‌​​‌‌‌​​‌​‌‌​⁠Just as in the churchyard with Miles, the whole thing was upon us. Much as I had made of the fact that this name had never once, between us, been sounded, the quick, smitten glare with which the child’s face now received it fairly likened my breach of the silence to the smash of a pane of glass. It added to the interposing cry, as if to stay the blow, that Mrs. Grose, at the same instant, uttered