"Then prepare to laugh at me. While you slept this afternoon——" She paused.
"Yes," I said.
"My father awoke."
"Oh!"
"And conversed."
"Good," I murmured. "He was sensible."
"I do not know. He seemed so. But he did not speak to me."
"You said that he conversed."
"Ay—but with a shadow."
Miss Ottley compressed her lips and looked at me defiantly.