"Guy, there were shadows. Hark!"
She nearly screamed, because footsteps were going down the stairs of the empty house.
"It must have been the caretaker," said Guy.
"I saw a white person. Guy, never never let us come here again."
"You don't seriously think you saw a ghost?" he asked.
"Guy, how do I know? Come away, into the air. We should never have come here. Oh, this room! I feel as if I should faint."
"I'll see who it was," said Guy springing up.
"No, don't leave me. Wait for me. I'll come with you."
They hurried down the stairs and when they reached the pallid lawn they saw Margaret and Monica in their white coats disappearing among the yew trees by the entrance.
"There are your ghosts," said Guy laughing.