"It is empty, then?" said Leicester.
"No; we would have nothing removed. There is all the old furniture as it used to be when he lived. It used to be left undisturbed while he was absent on his voyages, and it is undisturbed now."
"It is a room for a ghost," said Leicester.
Violet nodded.
"Yes," she said. "Look, the moon is obscured. How dark it is. Ah! what is that?" she broke off, with a scared, dry voice, clutching Leicester's arm.
"What—where?" he asked, quickly, and laying his hand upon hers.
"There—in the room! at the window!" she breathed. "It has gone!"
"What?" he asked, still keeping the hand, which she seemed too frightened to remove.
"I—I—scarcely know," she said, brokenly, and with a shudder, which Leicester felt. "A something white, with a light, at that little window."
"Oh, are you sure?" he asked, doubtfully, anxious to convince her that it was mere fancy. "Remember, we have just been talking about the ghost."