[CHAPTER LII.]
THE GHOST OF M. FELIX.
She put her hand on my arm as if for protection as she uttered these words, and I took it in mine to reassure her; it was cold as ice. It was clear that she had received a shock, and I was disposed to ascribe it to the strain she had undergone during the past fortnight. But this view was shaken when I thought of her courage and daring.
"What did I tell you?" said Bob, sticking to his guns. "Nightmare."
"That's somethink yer must be in bed to 'ave, ain't it?" said Sophy.
"Yes," said Bob, "and asleep."
"I wasn't neither," said Sophy; "I was as wide-awake as you are."
"Oh, you didn't go to bed when I put you in your room?"
"No, I didn't. I waited a minute or two, and then I went out."
"What made you do that, Sophy?" I asked.