"Probably. We had better send for Doctor What's-his-name."
"The usual doctor is away," said Lady Atherley. "There is a London doctor in his place. He is clever, Lady Sylvia said, but he gives himself airs."
"Never mind what he gives himself if he gives his patients the right thing."
"And after all we can manage very well without Ann, but what are we to do about Mrs. Mallet? I always told you how it would be."
"But, my dear, it is not my fault. You look as reproachfully at me as if it were my ghost which was causing all this disturbance instead of the ghost of a remote ancestor—predecessor, in fact."
"No, but you will always talk just as if it was of no consequence."
"I don't talk of the cook's going as being of no consequence. Far from it. But you must not let her go, that is all."
"How can I prevent her going? I think you had better talk to her yourself."
"I should like to meet her very much; would not you, Lindy? I should like to hear her story; it must be a blood-curdling one, to judge from its effect upon Ann. The only person I have yet met who pretended to have seen the ghost was Aunt Eleanour."
"And what was it like, daddy?" asked Denis, much interested.