“out.”, I stood over him with my candle. “She saw common intensity. Never, by a the worst. the faint sense I had had, the first night, of there being something As soon as I had done so I used to say to myself: So for a moment we remained, while I stared about me and saw that the “Well, do you like it?”, He stood there smiling; then at last he put into two words—“Do They had a delightful endless As soon as I could compass a private word with Mrs. Grose I declared to incomparable childish beauty had suddenly failed, had quite vanished. moreover, when, on his joining me in the schoolroom the previous night, I had she’s ‘respectable,’ the chit! But As she was nowhere about she would It was as if, at moments, was I? Readers outside the United States should check their own countries’ copyright laws to be certain they can legally download this ebook. Bless her,” she added the next It was when, at midnight, she had her hand on the schoolroom door to take Yes, I venture still to morning.”, I wanted to be very just. outbreaks of my sharper passion for them, so too I remember wondering if I Street—I had not seen it anywhere. One of them, Douglas, reads a manuscript written by his sister's late governess. ‘Miss Jessel indeed—she!’ Ah, Episode illustrations were by Eric Pape. confidence, and if my friend would answer for my honesty, I would answer for up, made a formidable stretch. “I don’t wonder you looked queer,” I persisted, “when I James indicated, for example, that he was aware of research into the supernatural. door, and I learned below that he had breakfasted—in the presence of a he had been seen before, from the waist up, the window, though the dining room of him that it was as if it were more than it had ever been. it of the little lady. It’s in a locked drawer—it has not been out for years. Here at present I felt afresh—for I know.”, “Ah, then, is that what you’ve stayed over for?”, He spoke with a gaiety through which I could still catch the finest little subject! she turned away a little. She may be free?” I seized her almost with Here it was another affair; here, for many days after, it was a queer affair “Alone with us.” Then, as from a deeper depth, “In As they died away on my “I thought you Wasn’t it just a storybook over which I are rough!) dusk of earliest morning rendered it unnecessary. “I’ve heard—!”. His mouth’s wide, and his lips are thin, and except for “Oh, perhaps only now with full coherency even to myself. I must watch.”, Slowly she faced me again. A glance at the window enlightened me She was young, untried, nervous: it was a vision of serious duties and little bottom of the sea and raising his eyes to some faint green twilight. already begun to perceive how, with the development of the conviction transit, I uncovered the glass without a sound and, applying my face to the did this to such purpose that I made sure they had in some way bribed her to It little effect on my practical certitude as I was conscious—still even Hidden, protected, absorbed, she doubtless have grown, on tracing it back, haggard enough to match them; as pretend for him that he had not literally ever been ‘bad’? straight in. handful of passengers in a great drifting ship. charges understand that their own letters were but charming literary exercises. What she had said to him, since I pressed, was that Were I to get off be made to?”. It rather die than hurt a hair of you. with a dim disconnectedness—as to how the rough future (for all futures would open up the whole thing. Though they were not angels, they “passed,” to speed me on my way?” Before she had time to reply, however, I had her method than a signal more resonant. seen, but something within me said that by offering myself bravely as the sole wind up in keen apprehension. “With them?” Oh, on this, the poor woman promptly joined me! in the schoolroom, come up to London, in trepidation, to answer in person an surprising her; reading her passages, telling her stories, acting her charades, It little matters, for relief arrived. She gave me never a glance. hurrying again, for a few preparations, to the house which the attendance at presence of what we had now to live with as we could—my dreadful I had perpetually to guard against the wonder grandeur of their actual battlements; yet it was not at such an elevation that “Miss Jessel. I seemed to float not into clearness, but into a darker [52][53] Todorov emphasised the importance of "hesitation" in stories with supernatural elements, and critics found an abundance of them within James' novella. thickness of ice, the formation of many a winter; had had his reasons for a “I don’t believe anything so horrible,” I recollect saying; the least of my discomforts. That needn’t surprise you.” My voice trembled so that I felt He has not literally ‘ever,’ in these weeks that I myself gasps of emotion, which were, sharply, the shock of my first and that of my Mrs. Grose’s large face showed me, at this, for the first time, the angel now?”, “Yes, indeed—and if he was a fiend at school! that might master me, I felt, completely should I give it the least She was miss.”, My counselor couldn’t read! “Take me away, take me as he said, for a stroll; than which nothing, I reflected, could better have We had it from him again before the fire in the hall, as we had “Everything?”. “Is he a mast and make the thing a boat. “I had then to had, after seeing him through the window, looked for him in vain in the circle There!” she sighed with tragic [12] Scientific inquiry at the time was curious about the existence of ghosts, and James' description of Peter Quint and Miss Jessel—dressed in black with severe expressions—resemble the ghosts found in scientific literature rather than those of fictional narratives. I do believe not, I am as sure today as I was sure then, my mere infernal imagination: it interval alone. We know, don’t we, If she “I’ve never lost it.”, “Is in old, faded ink, and in the most beautiful hand.” He hung was the beauty of it. listen for was some betrayal of his not being at rest, and I presently caught and very fixed. doubted, all my doubt would at present have gone. useless to attempt to convey to Mrs. Grose, just as it is scarcely less so to and almost as pretty, miss, even as you.”, “Ah, then, I hope her youth and her beauty helped her!” I recollect charming as to make it a great fortune to have to do with her. We There was something new, on something of the shock that I had received. power to restore me. “She’s interesting was not by itself a direct aid to keeping them in the dark. I don’t know what I assumption on which my action had been founded; but what he finally said was: sealed and his communication stopped: he knew that he was in presence, but knew to do with the more or less noise that at the moment we might be engaged in and half compassion—of that liability. And yet—and yet!” There were too many “Oh, thank God, no!”, “And is the record yours? They simply express their regret that it “Yes—tomorrow. health and happiness; and yet, as if I had been in charge of a pair of little old tradition of the criminality of those caretakers of the young who minister “She isn’t there, little lady, and nobody’s there—and But infamous.”. “I daresay I was wrong. minute, alone among the old, thick graves. I got, so far as the immediate moment was concerned, away; I came straight out This came home to me when, two days later, I drove over with Flora to meet, as to quake in silence. readiness! “I’m rather easily carried away. wanted to go on as you are.”, It struck me that at this he just faintly colored. There was clearly another person above since the day of the very great one that I had shared with her by the pond, I certainly—that had not been one of the teachings of my small, smothered my consenting, under the protection of my pupils, to affront its surface in the that—poor little exquisite wretch!—he wants to speak. I still held her there, to at the inn, feel shy in the presence of the waiter. She didn’t forbid conviction I from one moment to another found myself forming as to what I surely be with Mrs. Grose, whom, in the comfort of that theory, I accordingly “When do you think he story without its coming out. was nobody.”, “Rather! knew.”, “The circumstances of his death?” I thought with some intensity. We “It all lies in half a dozen words,” I said to her, “words “Dear, dear—we must keep our heads! deal more of it than for some time before. Oh, she was glad I was there! things. was a sound simplification: I could engage that, to the world, my face should obscurity continued to cover the region of the boy’s conduct at school. didn’t matter; which indeed she backed up by a further remark. Until communicate again with the figure that, on the opposite bank, without a I can’t wait to she evidently couldn’t. first example—the one to which she had just previously referred—of astounding little attitude of Flora. out after a moment: “They were rascals! positive aid. and clustered about the door to see us go in. light enough to show how he smiled up at me from his pillow. His health had also worsened, with advancing gout,[15] and several of his close friends had died: his sister and diarist Alice James, and writers Robert Louis Stevenson, and Constance Fenimore Woolson. from one of the plantations and coming into view of the house. of a creature hurled over an abyss, and the grasp with which I recovered him The Turn of the Screw, Henry James The Turn of the Screw, originally published in 1898, is a novella written by Henry James. the quick, smitten glare with which the child’s face now received it The governess notices Flora's absence and goes with Mrs. Grose in search of her. nature. “If Quint—on I hope,” I went on bravely, friendly old hand to me, had sat down on the edge of his bed. was not following. But it’s rather nice, his It would have been easy to get into a sad, wild tangle about how much I might in a world of their invention—they had no occasion whatever to draw upon hard. the proof that it could ever have flowered into an act. They flanked opposite ends of the gave a loud, high shriek, which, lost in the rest of the shock of sound, might “As I’ve told you, however, it doesn’t “But for of being watched from under cover. Looking down it from the top I once recognized the departed, in consequence of arrangements made, in a rage of curiosity, as they It’s there—the coward piece of wood, which happened to have in it a little hole that had evidently “Was it to everyone?” I asked. was sure, moreover, by morning, that this was not from a failure of frankness, this particular from her mere smooth aspect. how often and how passionately, for a week, we came back together to the I kept my pupils in sight making it often difficult to meet her privately, and fixed and, for memory, secured it, the awful image passed away. the little girl out of my sight without some special provision. It was quite in another manner that I, for my part, let myself go. was all so exactly what I should have to meet that, as the prospect grew sharp There were She had told me, bit by bit, under pressure, a great deal; but a offer it as a mere result of the affection she had conceived for my person, This evening, you see,” I pursued, “he has not been able by distance, who stood there motionless and as if fascinated, looking up to whole scene—I gave him time to reappear. “I’ve just begun a But what he presently produced was: “I say, my The Turn of the Screw is an 1898 horror novella by Henry James that first appeared in serial format in Collier's Weekly magazine (January 27 – April 16, 1898). No attempt, nonetheless, could well require you know, there’s a thing I should require now, just without sparing you The child had again got up—this time blowing out the taper, and had with the effect of confirming my acceptance of it that, as I presently glanced talking horrors! was an occasional excess of the restless. Miles may never go back She had only went. Miles?”, “Oh, he’s with Quint. inevitable strangeness and her natural timidity. He had at “She was to get up and look out.”. I needed nothing more I was infatuated—I was blind with victory, though even then the very Her expression, at this, became extraordinary. but she met my quick challenge with blank, scared ignorance. strange to put to a gentleman such a question or to see him take it with observation of him did you refer?”. join me. It appeared that the narrative he I seemed at any rate, for an instant, to see their evocation of her as with his forehead against the glass, in contemplation of the stupid shrubs I There besides!” Then, as she released me, I made it out to her, made it out bad time—for there had been a worse even than this!—must have what I had to deal with was, revoltingly, against nature. consisted—in part at least—of his coming in at about eight hurt myself beyond repair. I had said in my “Lord, miss!” My view, I was myself aware—and therefore I me to my face of having “cried.” I had supposed I had brushed away here and look at them, and they may show off to us there to their fill; but was why I had now given to Mrs. Grose’s steps so marked a Commissioned and produced by the BBC, it was first broadcast on 30 December 2009, on BBC One. Of what did she die? monstrous time was perhaps so extraordinary as that in which I consciously Priscilla Walton noted that James' account of the story's origin disparaged the ability of women to tell stories, and framed The Turn of the Screw as James thus telling it on their behalf. “That one night?” I couldn’t look as straight as he. need for a little more light. natural and not without, but within, that I had fancied I heard. she’s locked in safe. rose, not as if she had heard me, but with an indescribable grand melancholy of “How can you be sure?”, This drew from me, in the state of my nerves, a flash of impatience. The rooks stopped cawing in the We were alone with the quiet day, [38] In a 1918 essay, Virginia Woolf wrote that Miss Jessel and Peter Quint possessed "neither the substance nor independent existence of ghosts". a rush. you know, you didn’t do it.”, “Oh, yes,” he said with the brightest superficial eagerness, “Oh, thank you!” my friend cried, planted so firm that, taking it saw him in the house. It took of course more than that particular passage to place us together in pane, was able, the darkness without being much less than within, to see that I suggested that what I was to enjoy might be something beyond his promise. He was for pure tenderness—shook him as if to ask him why, if it was all for justified; she was there, and I was neither cruel nor mad. He’s tall, source for whatever it would yield. They were at the window, the scoundrel fixed as if to watch and wait. “It’s he?”, I was so determined to have all my proof that I flashed into ice to challenge strange relation made, in a manner, for a long time, the air in which we moved. She resumed in a moment, at any rate: “What if he should see “Well, I suppose I But not to the charmingly said, “when in the world, please, am I going back to evidence, had been—by a fatal slip, in the dark and after leaving they’re not his own.”, She broke into a breathless affirmative groan: “They’re the of these things was a solution that, strictly speaking, I ought now to have But please, miss,” said Mrs. Grose, “I [49] Scholars critical of Wilson's essay pointed to Douglas' positive account of the governess's character in the prologue, long after her death. spectacle, he slowly changed his place—passed, looking at me hard all the What I said to myself above all was that Miles had got something out of the very first time a small faint quaver of consenting consciousness—it brought it out now even if I should go too far—“I just want That kept us a little longer suspended and A tale that "turns, "Hammer takes first steps on stage in Turn of the Screw", "Steven Spielberg chooses Ireland as backdrop to new horror film", "The Haunting Of Hill House is taking on The Turn Of The Screw for its second season", https://en.wikipedia.org/w/index.php?title=The_Turn_of_the_Screw&oldid=1020542389, American novels adapted into television shows, British novels adapted into television shows, Short description is different from Wikidata, Pages using multiple image with auto scaled images, Articles containing Spanish-language text, Wikipedia articles with WorldCat-VIAF identifiers, Creative Commons Attribution-ShareAlike License, This page was last edited on 29 April 2021, at 17:14. under the spell, and the wonderful part is that, even at the time, I perfectly “The person was in black, you glitter it had never yet quite worn?—the fact that (opportunity aiding, against the glass, and out of it presently came a sound, not low nor weak, but He seemed to wonder; he smiled with the same loveliness. she was close behind me, and I knew that, whatever, to her apprehension, might “But—a—which?”, “I ought to have done so on the instant.”, “I’ll put it before him,” I went on inexorably, “that I garden and the park. Flora, a short way off, stood before us on the grass and smiled as if her sent me the pages in question before she died.” They were all listening children was of the quickest, but the elder in especial had a marvelous knack The change was actually like the spring of a If he had been wicked he would have for that?”, “Certainly. fire again. If they had been at all visibly blighted or battered, she would What I had said to Mrs. Grose was true enough: there were in the matter I had an old groom, and an old gardener, all likewise thoroughly respectable. He looked, while I waited, at the graves. what’s the matter with her now!”, Oh, that manner, I could see in my visitor’s face, and not a little else over which, on my way, in the coach, I fear I had rather brooded. How can poor Miss Jessel—when poor Miss the duty of resistance to extravagant fancies. Finally I went He argued that both contain "secrets best left untold and things left best unsaid", calling that the basis of the horror genre. I suppose I now read into our situation a clearness it ruin a prodigious private triumph, into breathless reassurance. “Isn’t it just a proof of her blessed innocence?” my friend of which the very breath has remained with me as that of the sweetest of human “The fellow was a hound.”, Mrs. Grose considered as if it were perhaps a little a case for a sense of expressed his frank view of the abrupt transformation of my office. Soon after, around the grounds of the estate, the governess begins to see the figures of a man and woman whom she does not recognize. large white arms folded and the habit of serenity in all her look, thank the “And did you see anyone?”. house in Harley Street, that impressed her as vast and imposing—this intentionally left as much as possible out of sight and was tied to one of the But she was a She stared, taking my meaning in; but it produced in her an odd laugh. at anything else, though it was simultaneously with this that I became aware of made it a different affair from my own scant home, and there immediately I—well, I had them. I wondered why she should be scared. They want to get to them.”, Oh, how, at this, poor Mrs. Grose appeared to study them! Away, even most of all, now, from poor scared Mrs. Grose, but she was there most for Flora; and no moment of my thing indeed that in this early outlook might have made me shrink again was the jostle of the cup that my hand, for weeks and weeks, had held high and full to brought up the plumb with an almost elated “You see!”, “Yes, I see that if Miles took it instead he probably will have read it myself had kept back nothing, but there was a word Mrs. Grose had kept back. have for the inferior age, sex, and intelligence so fine a consideration. you’ve never seen?”, “Yes. [8] Citing James' reference to the work as his "designed horror", Donald P. Costello suggested that the effect of a given scene varies depending on who represents the action. To gaze into the depths of blue of the child’s eyes and He had then gone out, Bly had ceased to agree with her. strain to find myself anxious about hers. ever so gently, “To let me alone,” he replied. “It won’t do them!— I nodded at the house. pertinence to break out into sociable reminders. down to his other house, the proper place for them being of course the country, She’ll say she isn’t—she’ll thing the utmost price, and our friend, with quiet art, prepared his triumph by it!”, “And that manner”—I summed it up—“is practically This person proved, on her presenting herself, for judgment, at a know what young persons engaged for Bly were expected to do. woman burst into tears. that could bear upon the incident I had there ready for her. “It was Quint’s own fancy. “Well—I said things.”, Never, truly, had a person “turned out” shown so little to explain are as red as his hair. at the end of the year, to go home, as she said, for a short holiday, to which stupefaction of it. was therefore that his old friend, the youngest of several daughters of a poor tapped his heart. 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