The Open Window

The Open Window
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"My aunt will be down presently, Mr. Nuttel," said a very

self-possessed young lady of fifteen; "in the meantime you
must try and put up with me."
Framton Nuttel endeavored to say the correct something
which should duly flatter the niece of the moment without
unduly discounting the aunt that was to come. Privately he
doubted more than ever whether these formal visits on a
succession of total strangers would do much towards
helping the nerve cure which he was supposed to be
undergoing.
"I know how it will be," his sister had said when he was
preparing to migrate to this rural retreat; "you will bury
yourself down there and not speak to a living soul, and your
nerves will be worse than ever from moping. I shall just give
you letters of introduction to all the people I know there.
Some of them, as far as I can remember, were quite nice."
Framton wondered whether Mrs. Sappleton, the lady to
whom he was presenting one of the letters of introduction
came into the nice division.
"Do you know many of the people round here?" asked the
niece, when she judged that they had had sufficient silent
communion.
"Hardly a soul," said Framton. "My sister was staying
here, at the rectory, you know, some four years ago, and she
gave me letters of introduction to some of the people here."
He made the last statement in a tone of distinct regret.
"Then you know practically nothing about my aunt?"
pursued the self-possessed young lady.
"Only her name and address," admitted the caller. He was
wondering whether Mrs. Sappleton was in the married or
widowed state. An undefinable something about the room
seemed to suggest masculine habitation.
"Her great tragedy happened just three years ago," said
the child; "that would be since your sister's time."
"Her tragedy?" asked Framton; somehow in this restful
country spot tragedies seemed out of place.
"You may wonder why we keep that window wide open
on an October afternoon," said the niece, indicating a large
French window that opened on to a lawn.
"It is quite warm for the time of the year," said Framton;
"but has that window got anything to do with the tragedy?"
"Out through that window, three years ago to a day, her
husband and her two young brothers went off for their day's
shooting. They never came back. In crossing the moor to
What do you think the

terms nerve cure mean in
this passage?
Identify the flashback and

describe what hints this
gives us about the character
of Framton.
How might the sentence,

Then you know practically
nothing about my aunt?
foreshadow the young girls
intentions?
According to the niece when

did this tragedy happen?
their favourite snipe-shooting ground they were all three

engulfed in a treacherous piece of bog. It had been that
dreadful wet summer, you know, and places that were safe
in other years gave way suddenly without warning. Their
bodies were never recovered. That was the dreadful part of
it." Here the child's voice lost its self-possessed note and
became falteringly human. "Poor aunt always thinks that
they will come back someday, they and the little brown
spaniel that was lost with them, and walk in at that window
just as they used to do. That is why the window is kept open
every evening till it is quite dusk. Poor dear aunt, she has
often told me how they went out, her husband with his
white waterproof coat over his arm, and Ronnie, her
youngest brother, singing 'Bertie, why do you bound?' as he
always did to tease her, because she said it got on her
nerves. Do you know, sometimes on still, quiet evenings like
this, I almost get a creepy feeling that they will all walk in
through that window - "
She broke off with a little shudder. It was a relief to
Framton when the aunt bustled into the room with a whirl
of apologies for being late in making her appearance.
"I hope Vera has been amusing you?" she said.
"She has been very interesting," said Framton.
"I hope you don't mind the open window," said Mrs.
Sappleton briskly; "my husband and brothers will be home
directly from shooting, and they always come in this way.
They've been out for snipe in the marshes today, so they'll
make a fine mess over my poor carpets. So like you menfolk,
isn't it?"
She rattled on cheerfully about the shooting and the
scarcity of birds, and the prospects for duck in the winter.
To Framton it was all purely horrible. He made a desperate
but only partially successful effort to turn the talk on to a
less ghastly topic, he was conscious that his hostess was
giving him only a fragment of her attention, and her eyes
were constantly straying past him to the open window and
the lawn beyond. It was certainly an unfortunate
coincidence that he should have paid his visit on this tragic
anniversary.
"The doctors agree in ordering me complete rest, an
absence of mental excitement, and avoidance of anything in
the nature of violent physical exercise," announced Framton,
who laboured under the tolerably widespread delusion that
total strangers and chance acquaintances are hungry for the
least detail of one's ailments and infirmities, their cause and
cure. "On the matter of diet they are not so much in
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Summarize what the niece

says happened to her uncle.
Why does the niece say they

keep the window open?
Why does the aunt say they

have the window open?
Why is this purely horrible

to Framton?
agreement," he continued.
"No?" said Mrs. Sappleton, in a voice which only replaced
a yawn at the last moment. Then she suddenly brightened
into alert attention - but not to what Framton was saying.
"Here they are at last!" she cried. "Just in time for tea, and
don't they look as if they were muddy up to the eyes!"
Framton shivered slightly and turned towards the niece
with a look intended to convey sympathetic comprehension.
The child was staring out through the open window with a
dazed horror in her eyes. In a chill shock of nameless fear
Framton swung round in his seat and looked in the same
direction.
In the deepening twilight three figures were walking
across the lawn towards the window, they all carried guns
under their arms, and one of them was additionally
burdened with a white coat hung over his shoulders. A tired
brown spaniel kept close at their heels. Noiselessly they
neared the house, and then a hoarse young voice chanted
out of the dusk: "I said, Bertie, why do you bound?"
Framton grabbed wildly at his stick and hat; the hall door,
the gravel drive, and the front gate were dimly noted stages
in his headlong retreat. A cyclist coming along the road had
to run into the hedge to avoid imminent collision.
"Here we are, my dear," said the bearer of the white
mackintosh, coming in through the window, "fairly muddy,
but most of it's dry. Who was that who bolted out as we
came up?"
"A most extraordinary man, a Mr. Nuttel," said Mrs.
Sappleton; "could only talk about his illnesses, and dashed
off without a word of goodbye or apology when you arrived.
One would think he had seen a ghost."
"I expect it was the spaniel," said the niece calmly; "he
told me he had a horror of dogs. He was once hunted into a
cemetery somewhere on the banks of the Ganges by a pack
of pariah dogs, and had to spend the night in a newly dug
grave with the creatures snarling and grinning and foaming
just above him. Enough to make anyone lose their nerve."
Romance at short notice was her speciality.
What do we learn about the niece at the conclusion of this short story?
Why does Framton leave so

suddenly?
What is ironic about the

statement made by Mrs.
Sappleton, One would
think he had seen a ghost?
Why is it important to consider the source of information before accepting it as truth? Write a twoparagraph response using specific details from this story to explain your answer. In the second
paragraph offer a real-life connection to why this would be so crucial.

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"My aunt will be down presently, Mr. Nuttel," said a very

What do you think the

Identify the flashback and

How might the sentence,

According to the niece when

their favourite snipe-shooting ground they were all three

Summarize what the niece

Why does the niece say they

Why does the aunt say they

Why is this purely horrible

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Why does Framton leave so

What is ironic about the

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