yourself about that, bye-and-bye.

My landlord was a butler, who had married a cook, and set up
housekeeping. They had not kept house longer than a couple of years, and
they knew no more about the House to Let than I did. Neither could I
find out anything concerning it among the trades-people or otherwise;
further than what Trottle had told me at first. It had been empty, some
said six years, some said eight, some said ten. It never did let, they
all agreed, and it never would let.

I soon felt convinced that I should work myself into one of my states
about the House; and I soon did. I lived for a whole month in a flurry,
that was always getting worse. Towers's prescriptions, which I had
brought to London with me, were of no more use than nothing. In the cold
winter sunlight, in the thick winter fog, in the black winter rain, in
the white winter snow, the House was equally on my mind. I have heard,
as everybody else has, of a spirit's haunting a house; but I have had my
own personal experience of a house's haunting a spirit; for that House
haunted mine.

In all that month's time, I never saw anyone go into the House nor come
out of the House. I supposed that such a thing must take place
sometimes, in the dead of the night, or the glimmer of the morning; but,
I never saw it done. I got no relief from having my curtains drawn when
it came on dark, and shutting out the House. The Eye then began to shine
in my fire.

I am a single old woman. I should say at once, without being at all
afraid of the name, I am an old maid; only that I am older than the
phrase would express. The time was when I had my love-trouble, but, it