With these words "His Majesty" approached Katie for the purpose of soothing her, or of paying her some delicate compliment, but Katie contrived to keep Dolores between herself and the royal wooer till the R. W. felt baffled.
"Shure it's very disthressin', so it is," said he, as he turned away. "But I'll take a luk round."
He looked all around, walked by the walls, gravely peered into the fireplace, and at length came back.
"There's no one here," said he.
"But I saw some one," said Mrs. Russell.
"Shure, thin, it was no livin' man ye saw, an' there ye have it."
"No living man!" screamed Mrs. Russell.
"Shure no; how could it have been? Wouldn't I a seen him, an' me wid a loight?"
"Then it's a ghost!" said Mrs. Russell, with another scream.
"Divil a one else," said "His Majesty." "It's the castle ghost—only I don't see why he came in modern coschume. But perhaps it isn't the castle ghost. It may be the last prisoner that was shot."