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The Turn of the Screw
by Henry James
The story had held us； round the fire； sufficiently breathless；
but except the obvious remark that it was gruesome； as； on Christmas
Eve in an old house； a strange tale should essentially be；
I remember no comment uttered till somebody happened to say that it
was the only case he had met in which such a visitation had fallen
on a child。 The case； I may mention； was that of an apparition
in just such an old house as had gathered us for the occasion
an appearance； of a dreadful kind； to a little boy sleeping
in the room with his mother and waking her up in the terror of it；
waking her not to dissipate his dread and soothe him to sleep again；
but to encounter also； herself； before she had succeeded in doing so；
the same sight that had shaken him。 It was this observation
that drew from Douglasnot immediately； but later in the evening
a reply that had the interesting consequence to which I call attention。
Someone else told a story not particularly effective； which I saw
he was not following。 This I took for a sign that he had himself
something to produce and that we should only have to wait。
We waited in fact till two nights later； but that same evening；
before we scattered； he brought out what was in his mind。
〃I quite agreein regard to Griffin's ghost； or whatever it was
that its appearing first to the little boy； at so tender an age；
adds a particular touch。 But it's not the first occurrence
of its charming kind that I know to have involved a child。
If the child gives the effect another turn of the screw；
what do you say to TWO children？〃
〃We say； of course；〃 somebody exclaimed； 〃that they give two turns！
Also that we want to hear about them。〃
I can see Douglas there before the fire； to which he had got up
to present his back； looking down at his interlocutor with his
hands in his pockets。 〃Nobody but me； till now； has ever heard。
It's quite too horrible。〃 This； naturally； was declared by several
voices to give the thing the utmost price； and our friend；
with quiet art； prepared his triumph by turning his eyes
over the rest of us and going on： 〃It's beyond everything。
Nothing at all that I know touches it。〃
〃For sheer terror？〃 I remember asking。
He seemed to say it was not so simple as that； to be really at a loss how to
qualify it。 He passed his hand over his eyes； made a little wincing grimace。
〃For dreadfuldreadfulness！〃
〃Oh； how delicious！〃 cried one of the women。
He took no notice of her； he looked at me； but as if； instead of me； he saw
what he spoke of。 〃For general uncanny ugliness and horror and pain。〃
〃Well then；〃 I said； 〃just sit right down and begin。〃
He turned round to the fire； gave a kick to a log； watched it
an instant。 Then as he faced us again： 〃I can't begin。
I shall have to send to town。〃 There was a unanimous groan
at this； and much reproach； after which； in his preoccupied way；
he explained。 〃The story's written。 It's in a locked drawer
it has not been out for years。 I could write to my man and
enclose the key； he could send down the packet as he finds it。〃
It was to me in particular that he appeared to propound this
appeared almost to appeal for aid not to hesitate。
He had broken a thickness of ice； the formation of many a winter；
had had his reasons for a long silence。 The others resented
postponement； but it was just his scruples that charmed me。
I adjured him to write by the first post and to agree with us
for an early hearing； then I asked him if the experience
in question had been his own。 To this his answer was prompt。
〃Oh； thank God； no！〃
〃And is the record yours？ You took the thing down？〃
〃Nothing but the impression。 I took that HERE〃he tapped his heart。
〃I've never lost it。〃
〃Then your manuscript？〃
〃Is in old； faded ink； and in the most beautiful hand。〃 He hung
fire again。 〃A woman's。 She has been dead these twenty years。
She sent me the pages in question before she died。〃
They were all listening now； and of course there was somebody
to be arch； or at any rate to draw the inference。 But if he put
the inference by without a smile it was also without irritation。
〃She was a most charming person； but she was ten years older
than I。 She was my sister's governess；〃 he quietly said。
〃She was the most agreeable woman I've ever known in her position；
she would have been worthy of any whatever。 It was long ago；
and this episode was long before。 I was at Trinity；
and I found her at home on my coming down the second summer。
I was much there that yearit was a beautiful one； and we had；
in her off…hours； some strolls and talks in the garden
talks in which she struck me as awfully clever and nice。
Oh yes； don't grin： I liked her extremely and am glad to this day
to think she liked me； too。 If she hadn't she wouldn't have told me。
She had never told anyone。 It wasn't simply that she said so；
but that I knew she hadn't。 I was sure； I could see。
You'll easily judge why when you hear。〃
〃Because the thing had been such a scare？〃
He continued to fix me。 〃You'll easily judge；〃 he repeated：
〃YOU will。〃
I fixed him； too。 〃I see。 She was in love。〃
He laughed for the first time。 〃You ARE acute。
Yes； she was in love。 That is； she had been。 That came out
she couldn't tell her story without its coming out。
I saw it； and she saw I saw it； but neither of us spoke of it。
I remember the time and the placethe corner of the lawn；
the shade of the great beeches and the long； hot summer afternoon。
It wasn't a scene for a shudder； but oh！〃 He quitted the fire
and dropped back into his chair。
〃You'll receive the packet Thursday morning？〃 I inquired。
〃Probably not till the second post。〃
〃Well then； after dinner〃
〃You'll all meet me here？〃 He looked us round again。 〃Isn't anybody going？〃
It was almost the tone of hope。
〃Everybody will stay！〃
〃_I_ will〃 and 〃_I_ will！〃 cried the ladies whose departure
had been fixed。 Mrs。 Griffin； however； expressed the need
for a little more light。 〃Who was it she was in love with？〃
〃The story will tell；〃 I took upon myself to reply。
〃Oh； I can't wait for the story！〃
〃The story WON'T tell；〃 said Douglas； 〃not in any literal； vulgar way。〃
〃More's the pity； then。 That's the only way I ever understand。〃
〃Won't YOU tell； Douglas？〃 somebody else inquired。
He sprang to his feet again。 〃Yestomorrow。 Now I must go to bed。
Good night。〃 And quickly catching up a candlestick； he left
us slightly bewildered。 From our end of the great brown hall
we heard his step on the stair； whereupon Mrs。 Griffin spoke。
〃Well； if I don't know who she was in love with； I know
who HE was。〃
〃She was ten years older；〃 said her husband。
〃Raison de plusat that age！ But it's rather nice；
his long reticence。〃
〃Forty years！〃 Griffin put in。
〃With this outbreak at last。〃
〃The outbreak；〃 I returned； 〃will make a tremendous occasion
of Thursday night；〃 and everyone so agreed with me that；
in the light of it； we lost all attention for everything else。
The last story； however incomplete and like the mere opening
of a serial； had been told； we handshook and 〃candlestuck；〃
as somebody said； and went to bed。
I knew the next day that a letter containing the key had；
by the first post； gone off to his London apartments；
but in spite ofor perhaps just on account ofthe eventual
diffusion of this knowledge we quite let him alone till
after dinner； till such an hour of the evening； in fact；
as might best accord with the kind of emotion on which our
hopes were fixed。 Then he became as communicative as we could
desire and indeed gave us his best reason for being so。
We had it from him again before the fire in the hall；
as we had had our mild wonders of the previous night。
It appeared that the narrative he
