"I never saw her. Mr. Vane told me that you had had another nurse, but that he had to dismiss her at Milan for impertinence."
George saw that Miss Bull was not keeping strictly to the truth, and corrected her at once, "You knew Eliza Stokes at San Remo?"
"So I did, I quite forgot." Miss Bull put her hand to her head with a puzzled air. "But since my illness I have forgotten so much. It is all a blank to me. Tell me, Mr. Brendon, have you ever felt as though you were a ghost?"
"No," replied George, keeping his countenance with difficulty. "I don't think I ever experienced that feeling."
Miss Bull looked vaguely at the window. "It is a strange feeling," after which remark she lapsed into silence, still staring.
Brendon remembered that she had been in an asylum, and thought that her mind was still weak. It might be that after all she had not told an untruth, but had quite forgotten Eliza Stokes. George was confirmed in his supposition by her next remark.
"Eliza Stokes. I remember. Mrs. Jersey."
"You knew she was Mrs. Jersey?"
"Yes. That was why I came to this house."
"Did you like her then?"