As I looked out into the neighbouring block of flats, I saw a solitary light.
In the dark, the reflection in the window glass showed a clock about to strike twelve. There was movement. I hid behind the curtain and peeked out.
He should shut the refrigerator door, I thought, then he’d be invisible, but as it is, I can see he’s naked, his binoculars fixed on my window.
I wondered what to do. It came to me. I untied the knot in my dressing gown and as I lifted my opera glasses to my eyes, turned on the light.
– Eliza Dashwood