A maid in a white cap and apron was watering a box of plants on a sill which shone like a slab of limestone in the warm glare. Grose literally well in hand in advance of my sounding that note; so that even now, as she bravely blinked under the signal of my word, I could keep her comparatively firm. No, I treat you as your grandfather treated me when I was a young chap. "Did I STEAL?" I felt myself redden to the roots of my hair as well as wonder if it were more strange to put to a gentleman such a question or to see him take it with allowances that gave the very distance of his fall in the world.