“It was me wandering about it at night, looking for that very ring, to give to the count. It was shameful. But I did. Those reports prevented me from being found out. But I hope not many ghosts are so miserable as I was.—You remember my speaking to you of Mr. Arnold’s jewels?”
“Yes, perfectly.”
“I wanted to find out, through you, where the ring was. But I had no intention of involving you.”
“I am sure you had not.”
“Don’t be too sure of anything about me. I don’t know what I might have been led to do. But I am very sorry. Do forgive me.”
“I cannot allow that I have anything to forgive. But tell me, Euphra, were you the creature, in white that I saw in the Ghost’s Walk one night? I don’t mean the last time.”
“Very likely,” she answered, bending her head yet lower, with a sigh.
“Then who was the creature in black that met you? And what became of you then?”
“Did you see her?” rejoined Euphra, turning paler still. “I fainted at sight of her. I took her for the nun that hangs in that horrid room.”
“So did I,” said Hugh. “But you could not have lain long; for I went up to the spot where you vanished, and found nothing.”