“What shall you do with the chamber of horrors?” said Artis, on another occasion.
“You heard—it is to be built-up.”
“No, no; I mean the bedroom. Ugh!”
“I shall take that as my own.”
“What? A room haunted with the spirits of three dead men! Bah! Impossible.”
Then came the ninth day, and Mr Girtle announced that on the next his instructions should be carried out precisely at twelve.
“That will give you ample time, Mr Capel, to visit a banker afterwards; for, after the late experience, I should not lose an hour in depositing your great uncle’s bequest in the hands of your banker.”
“You will go with me, I hope.”
The old man looked pleased, and nodded.
“But I had reckoned upon seeing the jewels,” said Katrine, with a smile at the young heir, which made his heart throb, and Lydia shrink.