Brookfield, my correspondent, writes that last week he observed him in the moonlight at an advanced hour gazing up at his window.""Whose window? Brookfield's?""Yes, sir. Presumably under the impression that it was the young lady's.""But what the deuce is he doing at Twing at all?""Mr Little was compelled to resume his old position as tutor to Lord Wickhammersley's son at Twing Hall, sir. Owing to having been unsuccessful in some speculations at Hurst Park at the end of October.
Brookfield reports a curious incident involving an individual who was seen gazing at his window in the moonlight late at night. It seems that this person, possibly under the impression that the window belonged to a young lady, was lingering there for reasons that remain unclear. This raises the question of why he was even at Twing Hall.
The response reveals that Mr. Little, the observed individual, has returned to his...
