"Surely money could not carry the infection?"
"Money! aye, or anything else. You have scarce a notion how little would carry it. Harry, lad, throw another log on the fire; 'tis mightily cold."
Harry obeyed orders, resumed his seat, and the game between him and his father proceeded for a few minutes in silence.
"Hark!" cried Madam Passmore, suddenly, "what was that?"
"I heard nothing," said Lucy.
"What was it, Mother?" asked Harry, looking up.
"Some strange sound, as if one were about on the terrace," she answered in a suppressed voice. "There again! I am sure I hear a footstep on the gravel."
Charley rushed to the window, and endeavored to see through the darkness.
"'Tis as dark as pitch; I can see nothing at all!" observed that young gentleman.
"I will go out and see what it is," said Harry rising.