In fact, after using Lenn as bait in the room just now and fleeing in panic, Allen had not immediately gone to the temple. Thinking of what he had just seen outside the window, he cast a Disillusionment Charm to hide himself and silently made his way toward the garden.
At the moment, the two ghosts, both standing with their backs ramrod straight, maintained the proper distance that ought to be kept between a gentleman and a lady in conversation.
"I'm sorry, Helena, I didn't quite catch that. Could you repeat what you just said?" Young Tom Riddle, who had just accidentally passed through a hanging sprig of mistletoe and gone briefly dazed, straightened his back at once and spoke in a moderate tone.
Helena took the transparent fan from her waist and lightly drew it across her forehead, then turned her face slightly and gestured toward the window.
Tom Riddle inclined his head slightly. He understood the hinting method Helena was using, the Victorian Era practice by which ladies used fans, parasols, Gloves, and other personal items to convey their true feelings to a gentleman. A fan lightly drawn across the forehead meant, "Someone is watching us."
"Your family has been rather curious about my existence these past few days. They are paying such close attention because they care about you." Tom also glanced sideways toward the window, his voice, carrying a faint, unshowy smile, sounding very magnetic—having already begun to grow familiar with the female ghost's preferences, he had made sure throughout their interactions not to commit rash behaviors in such public social settings, such as crossing his legs, winking, shrugging, arranging his hair, staring fixedly at the other person, laughing without restraint, tapping out a beat with his hands or feet, constantly using crude language in conversation,