“Certainly,” said he, “there is at least variety enough in the style of this mass of material. There is enough for one pyramid.”
“That would be rather at the expense of the variety, would it not?” said Hugh, in spiteful response to the inconsequence of the second member of Funkelstein’s remark. But the latter was apparently too much absorbed in his continued inspection of the house, from every attainable point of near view, to heed the comment.
“This they call the Ghost’s Walk,” said Hugh.
“Ah! about these old houses there are always such tales.”
“What sort of tales do you mean?”
“I mean of particular spots and their ghosts. You must have heard many such?”
“No, not I.”
“I think Germany is more prolific of such stories. I could tell you plenty.”
“But you don’t mean you believe such things?”
“To me it is equal. I look at them entirely as objects of art.”