“Then my sister turned up, wanting to know what all the commotion was about. You’re not in her good books, I’m afraid. ‘That man has been nothing but trouble since the day he arrived’,” said Matthew, mimicking his sister. “Fortunately, Greaves and Miss Ruby turned up. No! It was just as well they did,” he added, seeing my face drop. It seemed the whole household had seen my body in its state of nature.
“Phoebe and I could never have got you up the stairs,” Matthew went on. Greaves and Miss Ruby took charge. Or rather Greaves, sort of supervised; while Miss Ruby carried you up the stairs and put you to bed. I thought you might have come round, but you seemed out for the count.”
I nodded. My supernatural experience, if that’s what it was, had somehow affected my brain. Or perhaps it had be
