The grey blue smoke curled up.
"What are we going to do?" said the Father.
He was sitting bolt upright as if ready for action. Indeed there was no suggestion of repose in the attitudes of either of the men.
"Hide ourselves, and watch Napoleon. By the way—that reminds me."
He got up, went to a corner of the room, picked up a piece of green baize and threw it over the cage.
"I'll pull that off when we are hidden."
"And tell me first if you have had any manifestation of this supposed presence during the last few days?"
"Merely an increasingly intense sensation of something here, perpetually watching me, perpetually attending to all my doings."
"Do you feel that it follows you about?"
"Not always. It was in this room when you arrived. It is here now—I feel. But, in going down to dinner, we seemed to get away from it. The conclusion is that it remained here. Don't let us talk about it just now."