“No, Sir. Your ancestors take the air of a night with their heads under their arms. A ghost that sighed or glided or rustled I could have stood, and thanked you for it, and considered it in the rent. But a ghost that bullets go through while it stands grinning with a bare neck and its head loose under its own arm and little boys screaming and fainting in their beds no! What I say is, If this is a British hereditary high-toned family ghost, excuse me!” And he went off by the early train.
“I say,” the stricken Jimmy remarked, “I am sorry, and I don’t think we did faint, really I don’t but we thought it would be just what you wanted. And perhaps someone else will take the house.”
“I don’t know anyone else rich enough,” said Lord Yalding. “Mr. Conway came the day before he said he would, or
