"What do you think the thing you saw Was, Mrs. Mostyn?"
"The ghost?"
"Yes."
Slowly, thoughtfully, she answered me—
"I am certain it was a lost soul: nothing else could have worn that dreadful look."
She paused for a few moments and then continued—
"Perhaps you are one of those who do not believe in the punishment of sin?"
"Who can disbelieve it, Mrs. Mostyn? Call it what we like, it is a fact. It confronts us on every side. We might as well refuse to believe in death."
"It is not that I meant! I was talking of punishment in the next world, Mr. Lyndsay."
"Well, there, too, no doubt it must continue, until the uttermost farthing is paid. I believe—at least I hope—that."