"Pale, do I? This dismal morning, I suppose. Grace," he said, lowering his tone and looking at her fixedly, "whose ghost did old Margery say she saw?"
"Whose ghost! What a question!"
"Answer it!"
"Don't be so imperative, please. Master Harry's ghost, she said."
"And Master Harry is Captain Danton's son?"
"Was—he is dead now."
"Yes, yes! he was killed in New York, I believe."
"So they say. The family never speak of him. He was the black sheep of the flock, you know. But why do you ask? Was it his ghost Agnes saw?"
"Nonsense! Of course not! What should she know of Captain Danton's son? Some one—one of the servants probably—came up the stairs and frightened her out of her nervous wits. I have been trying to talk a little sense into her foolish head these two hours."
"And have you succeeded?"