He would not cross the door-stones of the house, except at night, when he walked just like a ghost about the grounds and in the orchard as if he had lost his senses--which it is my opinion he had; for a more spirited, bolder, keener gentleman than he was before that midge of a governess crossed him, you never saw, ma'am.
Entonces erraba por el huerto como un alma en pena. Parecía loco, y mi corazón es que lo estaba, porque nunca había sido así antes de que esa mosquita muerta la institutriz se cruzara en su camino.