"Once," he answered briefly.
"And, did you like the sight?"
"No."
"Then," I said, "let us not invite one another to that display. Shall we go in to Phillida?"
CHAPTER XVII
"They say—
What say they?
Let thame say!"
—Old Scottish Inscription.
After luncheon, I drove over to the village with Phillida, who had some housewifely orders to give at the shops. On second thoughts, Vere and I had agreed to tell her nothing about the venture we planned for tonight. We had satisfied her by the assurance that I meant to start for New York before the dangerous hours after midnight. Reassured, she regained her usual spirits with the buoyancy of her few years and healthy nerves. I gathered her secret belief was that no "ghost" would dare face Ethan.
Which may have been quite true!