“Why, of course I will,” whispered the groom. “My word! I didn’t know you could come hysterics like that,” and as he spoke he tried to comfort the trembling girl, succeeding to some extent, while another singular thing took place in that certainly unhaunted room.
For the big ugly pair of boots began, not to walk according to their nature when set in motion, but to glide in a singular way in the moonlight, following their tightened strings, passing round the head of the quilted couch and into the conservatory, but without a sound.
“Oh, oh, Mark!” sobbed the girl, with a shudder.
“What, beginning again? What a little silly it is!”
“But come away.”
“Well, I’m coming away. Come on.”
“No, no; not that way. Oh!”
“Be quiet, or you’ll be waking someone,” whispered Mark.
“I can’t help it,” sobbed Jane. “It wasn’t you that frightened me, Mark dear, it was the burglars.”
“The what? Where?”