"How should I know?" I answered him.
He caught me suddenly into his arms.
"Because, Bawn, my darling," he said, "the dead has come alive again."
CHAPTER XVII
THE WILL OF OTHERS
He let me go gently just as the old foot touched the top step of the stairs, and Bridget Kelly, a little, fat, rosy, smiling woman, much pleasanter of expression than her sister, Maureen, came into the gallery.
"Why, bless me, Captain Cardew," she said, "who have you found? There is a cabman at the door who would have it that he was waiting for a young lady, although I told him no young lady had come in but only a gentleman."
"Look and see who it is, Bridget," Captain Cardew answered her.