“You spoke of an adventure of your own!”
“I was flattering myself,” said Lufa, “that in our house Mr. Colman was at last to hear a ghost story from the man’s own lips!”
“The sun is coming out!” said Sefton. “I will have a cigar at the stables.”
The company protested, but he turned a deaf ear to expostulation, and went.
CHAPTER XIX. THE BODILESS.
In the drawing-room after dinner, some of the ladies gathered about him, and begged the story of his own adventure. He smiled queerly.
“Very well, you shall have it!” he answered.
They seated themselves, and the company came from all parts of the room—among the rest, Lufa and Walter.
“It was three days, if I remember,” began Sefton, “after my military friend left, when one night I found myself alone in the drawing-room, just waked from a brown study. No one had said good-night to me. I looked at my watch; it was half past eleven. I rose and went. My bedroom was on the first-floor.