"I knew it would be no use," muttered the footman. "Only he seems a sort of a gentleman, sir, and in trouble like."
"I can't see him. Shut the door and go away!"
"Yes, you can see me," said a voice.
The minstrel walked into the room.
"Good heavens!"
CHAPTER XLIX.
At the sound of his voice the footman fell back as white as a sheet. Mr. Paget rose, walked over to him, took him by the shoulders, and pushed him out of the room. He locked the door behind him. Then he turned, and backing step by step almost as far as the window, raised his hands, and looked at his forbidden visitor with a frozen expression of horror.
Wyndham took his hat off and laid it on the table. Mr. Paget raised his hands, covered his face with them, and groaned.
"Spirit!" he said. "Spirit, why have you come to torment me before the time?"