Grigg looked at Limpet, and Limpet looked at Grigg.
As a lady, Topsy fell to Grigg’s share.
‘Judgment-day, eh? Ridiculous—queer notion, eh? What d’ye mean, child?’
‘Please, sir, it says in the Bible that the sea will give up its dead at the Judgment-day.’
‘Ah!—of course—good girl. Always remember Bible—queer notion. But it isn’t the Judgment-day yet—at least, I hope not—eh, Mr. Limpet?’
Mr. Limpet shook his head gravely. Topsy, who wondered if she had said something very wrong, hid her face behind her aunt’s back.
‘The question is,’ resumed Limpet, ‘who was the man Mrs. Turvey and the child saw? That’s it, I think, Dr. Birnie?’
Dr. Birnie nodded.
‘It was my master, Mr. Gurth Egerton’s ghost as I see,’ exclaimed Mrs. Turvey emphatically; ‘and nothing will turn me from that.’
Mr. Limpet turned to Mr. Symonds.