“Will they have to wait for a whole hour?” asked Mrs. Gallosh in a low voice.
Indeed they all spoke in subdued accents.
“I am told,” replied the Count, “that the apparition never appears till after midnight has struck. Any time between twelve and one he may be expected.”
“Think of the terrible suspense after twelve has passed!” whispered Eva.
The Count had thought of this.
“I advised Duncan to take his flask,” said Mr. Rentoul, with a solemn wink. “So he'll not be so badly off.”
“Papa would never do such a thing to-night!” cried Eva.
“It's always a kind of precaution,” said the sage.
Presently Count Bunker, who had been imparting the most terrific particulars of former interviews with the Wraith to the younger Galloshes, remarked that he must pass the time by overtaking some pressing correspondence.
“You will forgive me, I hope, for shutting myself up for an hour or so,” he said to his hostess. “I shall come back in time to learn the results of the meeting.”