Miss Jackson’s brother had been an attentive listener to the ghost story and Jabez’s description of the ghost’s features, and great, therefore, was his honor at beholding, when the lightning lit the figure up, an exact counterpart of the ghost that appeared to Mrs. Turvey.
‘Lo-o-o-k there!’ he stammered. ‘Wh-ha-t’s th-that?’
Jabez followed the direction of the youth’s trembling finger, and then, with a vigorous ‘Well, I’m blest!’ darted into the hall, seized his hat and rushed across the road.
The figure turned and fled.
Jabez pursued it.
Miss Jackson had rushed down-stairs to whisper through the keyhole of the coal-cellar that a ghost had come to wish Georgina many happy returns of the day, and that Jabez was pursuing it.
Georgina came out of the coal-cellar at once.
The ghost might come there.
The storm had abated, and she ventured to join George and Bess and Miss Jackson’s brother at the open window.
The ghost and Jabez were out of sight.