*
The next day the Earl came downstairs soon after breakfast.
Purilla had been late getting up and, as she came downstairs, he was waiting for her looking, she thought, so elegant and so athletic that it was difficult to believe that he could ever be ill.
“I thought we might visit the stables,” he proposed as he reached her.
“That is just what I expected you would wish to do,” Purilla answered. “The horses I am quite certain know that their Master is coming and are watching out for you.”
“So they too have supernatural powers,” the Earl smiled.
They had talked about that subject last night at dinner and the Earl had found it greatly interested her when he told her about the Temples in India and the many fakirs and Holy Men.
“Have you any ghosts in this house?” Purilla asked.
“The cu
