“Strange commissions, indeed. But then Miss Pole was a very strange woman.”
“Yes. And now, my dear Miss Rosenthal, I think you have talked long enough. A new convalescent, like a newborn babe, has but two great duties to perform—to eat and sleep alternately. Here comes our good Catherine with your chicken broth. So we will now leave you to discuss that, the most wholesome subject that can occupy your thoughts just now.
And so saying, the doctor smiled and bowed and walked out of the room, accompanied by Justin.
CHAPTER XXXIX.
BOB’S SPECTRE.
It was about to speak when the cock crew,
And then it started like a guilty thing
Upon a fearful summons.—Shakspeare.
“Come into the library, if you please, Dr. Burney. I wish to send for old Bob, and confront him with you, and clear up this mystery of the midnight visitor,” said Justin, leading the way to the favorite room.
“Nonsense, my young friend. There is no mystery in the matter. Our honest old Bob supped off pork chops and had the nightmare and dreamed of a visitor,” laughed the doctor, as he followed the colonel.
“These two persons of very opposite characters and positions must have had the nightmare at the same time and dreamed the same dream,” said Justin, as he opened the library door.