"What a dreadful turn, to be sure, miss! Where on earth do you see anything?" I could only grasp her more quickly yet, for even while she spoke the hideous plain presence stood undimmed and undaunted. "I take what you said to me at noon as a declaration that YOU'VE never known him to be bad. --And is that why you will not communicate, Cranly asked, because you are not sure of that too, because you feel that the host, too, may be the body and blood of the son of God and not a wafer of bread? And because you fear that it may be? --Yes, Stephen said quietly, I feel that and I also fear it. But the tide was near the turn and already the day was on the wane.