5“I will tell you as briefly as I can of the household in Pimlico where we joined forces with my mother’s old friend, Matilda Good,” said Sarnac; “but I confess it is hard to be reasonably brief when one’s mind is fuller of curious details than this fire is of sparks.”
“That’s excellent!” said the master of the guesthouse. “That’s a perfect story-teller’s touch!” and looked brightly for Sarnac to continue.
“But we are all beginning to believe that he has been there,” whispered Radiant, laying a restraining hand on the guest-master’s knee. And he”—Radiant spoke behind his hand—”he believes it altogether.”
“Not really?” whispered the guest-master. He seemed desirous of asking difficult questions and then subsided into an attention that was at first a little constrained and presently quite
